Steve leaned in, touching his forehead against hers and closing his eyes. "Thank you. It... honestly, it helps that there's someone else who knows him. Knows what he was like, before... before everything."
Maybe it would help James, to have someone else around that could help trigger those memories. Peggy hadn't been as close to Bucky as Steve was - no one was as close to Bucky as Steve was - but it was something. His best friend, and his best girl. Steve thought it could work.
"I'll ask him about dinner. I don't know what he'll say, but I'll ask."