One of the things Bucky understood best was how not to know what to tell someone when they asked how they could help. He didn't know what to say when someone asked him if he needed anything. Sure, there was plenty he needed, but when those things felt impossibly out of reach he didn't know how to ask for it. None of them could change what had happened or what was in store for them back home. Things were going to happen, or had happened, that they couldn't stop and that was a hard pill to swallow. Bucky couldn't do anything about that, but he could be there for her now. He could lie next to her and let her feel and vent and cry or he could be a distraction and roll over on the bed and have sex again if that took the edge off. He'd do anything for her.
"Lisichka," he started, speaking softly. "I'm here. You can tell me anything. It doesn't change this." He placed his hand over hers on his chest, over his heart. "That's here to stay, always." Now that Bucky could love her freely, he wasn't going to stop. Ever. "But I would ask that you stop apologizing for how you feel." Bucky gently released her hand so she could circle his chest again if she wanted. But he did hold her a little tighter with his other arm and kissed the top of her head. "I'm here, and it's okay. I promise you that." Bucky wasn't afraid of what she had to say. He wanted her to open up, to tell him what was going on in her head and her heart. It was what he'd wanted, yelled at her about when she first got there.