Steve sighed and lent back against the shelf behind him. If it had been anyone else he never would have let them find him sitting on the floor like he was but Bucky was different. He never felt like he had to be infallible for Bucky. "I'm not sure we'd both fit anymore." he murmured brushing a hand through his hair, remembering plenty of days Bucky had lay with him too, both because he was too sick or just because they couldn't afford to turn on the heat. He half-chuckled, "Probably." he told his friend, standing up finally. "She...was too busy talking me down to mention it." Steve admit softly.