Instead of intruding too much on her space he just leaned against the door, crossing his socked feet at the ankle. His wrinkled jeans, and faded army green shirt, while worse for wear, at least looked clean.
He watched her for a second, before it just hurt to much to do it. So instead he stared at his hands, right twisting his rings on his left. ARound and around. "Hey, no.. Whatever you need, you know." He didn't know what to expect. But he knew what he was afraid of. Bucky half hoped she'd just get it over with.