Bucky let go of her as if her words burned him, while he reeled back like she'd slapped him. But the pain her words caused was quickly shut out. Outwardly anyway. He ran his hand over his face, and turned away from her. Plucking that cigarette from behind his ear he put it between his lips again.
He could have sworn he spent a good amount of time pampering her. "If I realized one..." break down, show of emotion, flash of weakness?, "bad day was such a burden on you, then I wouldn't have bothered you with it. But you're right. I'm too much. So you go ahead on. I'll take care of myself." He wouldn't make the mistake of letting her see him damaged again.