Bucky didn't recoil from her touch, he moved toward it instead just slightly. He was quietly disappointed when she pulled herself back but he was not hurt by it. He was getting used to being a person people were afraid of.
"He died." the words were blunt, emotion leaving Bucky's voice, and outwardly, he looked as if he could be discussing something much less heavy. The grief though, radiated from him. "Without good meds, there was nothing we could do."
It was almost sudden, the change in his posture as he sniffed decisively and sat himself up in the chair a little bit straighter. "It was a long time ago."