[The hurt goes both ways. And now Zemo’s feeling foolish, like his silly little confession should’ve come sooner in order to avoid… whatever this is. Or he just should’ve kept his mouth shut altogether. Who knew his flirting would get him into this much trouble.

Of course, it could all be ill timing. A coincidence. A unfortunate miscommunication. But he’s much too inside his own head presently to consider other options. He’s just going to blame himself and his apparent selfishness.

He doesn’t say anything for a while, eventually scooting himself back onto the bed so that his back is against the wall of his cell, his feet almost dangling over the edge.]

I like your visits. They give me something to look forward to. Your company is the best thing you could give me, James, and I don’t want you to think I’m ungrateful - because I’m not.