Tony's weight is welcome against his chest, his torso. Tony helps hold him down and keep him here, and right now it underlines how Tony is actually here with him. Tony had made the effort to come out and find him, and he's making the effort to stay with him. It's more than Bucky deserves, especially since he's pretty sure the hammock isn't exactly the best support for his lover's back.

He'll make it up to Tony, he promises himself. An indulgent massage and breakfast in bed and Bucky will stop sneaking out at nights. It's the least he can do.

"Was that the point of the metaphor?" He covers Tony's hand with his own for a moment, before tugging it to his lips so he can press kisses to each fingertip. He'd been thinking more along the lines of being made up of spare parts and easily replaceable, but he's not going to mention that to Tony.

"You're missing a pretty good sky, you know, all burrowed down in my chest. Stars are out. 's nice."