He was tired. Suddenly so very tired. When his legs refused to function, so he could do as she asked, he leaned forward so that he rocked onto his hands and knees. He crawled, head slumped between his shoulders. Leaving droplets of tears in his wake, as he made his way to the bathroom. He knew if he didn't calm down, like she said, that he was going to end up getting sick to his stomach. It'd happened a few times on his walks. He'd taken to eating less, but that hardly helped.
Bucky eased over the edge of the tub when he reached it. Letting the cold tap run for a second, before he splashed his face. Once. Twice. Before just leaning against the cool porcelain. In, and out. Forcing his breathing back to normal. Or as normal as he could. Before he crawled his way back to her side of the bed.
"I can't live without you Peggy. It hurts too much. And I know. I know I don't deserve you, or Steve. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness." He rested his head against the edge of the mattress. "But I can't live without you."