Bucky nodded, finished the bagel and then sipped his coffee. He looked for a moment like he wanted to say something but it never came and instead he went back to his dough.
Once his hands were busy again though, and he had an excuse not to look at Miguel, it would come.
"Have you told anyone? What it was like being...under." He didn't look up, fingers moved steadily in well-practiced motions. They had this horrible shared experience, something almost no one else would know and it almost felt like it hung in the air between them. Bucky had avoided the whole thing with anyone who'd asked. He wasn't sure how he'd even begin to explain it to someone if he tried. Bur Miguel's support system was very different from his own. Maybe it was better.