His hand on the doorframe, he nodded. The last time he'd shared a room with one of the kids things had gone to shit fast, with Peggy. "Maybe the house will give me my old apartment back." But he wasn't going to keep his fingers crossed. Even if it would keep him from waking Luke up when his sleep was fitful.
He felt like that interloper again. The outsider. And there was so much doubt in him, that he couldn't see an end. Or not a favorable one. "Sorry I woke you up." Bucky found he was sorry for a lot of things. He should have known that once he had something good, that it would be snatched away somehow.