"This is the new programming, what we've been doing?" The poor lamb was so lost and looking to cling to some sort of direction, a known comfort. It made Loki purse his lips in a small frown.
If only there were more to be done about the matter. He'd never trade magic for telepathy--maybe for a day, just to see--yet it seemed as though either means for returning Bucky Boo to who he was before wouldn't necessarily be equivalent to ripping off a band aid.
Watching Bucky move to the empty seat beside him was like watching a squirrel take half an hour to decide if it wanted to cross the road. Only there were no cars or repercussions to taking a seat. Well then...
"Everything you need is already in your head. We've just been clearing away the cobwebs, so to speak, and dusting off some things that have been forgotten. You're struggling with remembering which of those are relevant to what you already know, yes?"