Bucky rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher for later, but then leaned on the counter with both hands, head hanging between his shoulders. He took a few deep breaths to try and steady himself. He finally had another chance to see Steve, a chance to tell him again how much he loved him and know that Steve could understand him. An opportunity for his last memories of his husband to be something other than seeing him in pain, dying.
He took a few more deep breaths, then brushed his hand through his hair and went to the bedroom. He smiled, seeing Steve waiting, surrounded by blankets and pillows. He dropped his jeans, leaving himself in just his t-shirt and boxers before climbing in with him.