Bucky just nodded and took up his coffee. Wishing he had more to do with his hands again. "Does it help? Having them around?" Bucky had tried to tell himself that he was better off, not having to hide when he was at home. But he wondered the same.
"It wasn't until I went back." Bucky stared at the mug but didn't drink, his eyebrows knit together. "It was like I could deal with it, until I had more to deal with. Breaking point or some shit" He threw back what was left in the mug and set it into a sink nearby. He busied himself again, wrapping up muffins and pastries individually in wax paper.
"The wizard is back, Neville. He made a potion once, dreamless sleep. It worked last time."