He didn't always remember to reach out. To take the time to let someone know that they're important, to make efforts in ways that most people understand- with time, with the right words, with steady, reliable commitment. Keeping Bucky's kit upgraded and protected, keeping him safe when he visits, keeping the arm in working order- that's how he shows what he feels. How important Bucky is to him. But lately?

Lately, he's been making an effort to cross that bridge more often. To find him, to hold him, to try and make promises he can actually keep. It's- not easy since time management is difficult and his own focus flits and flares, but for moments like this it's simple enough.

For peace curled in Bucky's arms? He'll make the effort.

"That's what I figured." The alternative is possible, but not something that'll ever come to mind. For himself? Sure. For Bucky? Never. "I like seeing them in your eyes better."

Still- he shifts enough to turn his face up, looking to the stars. There's the usual flutter of his pulse, tension that comes from memories of The Wormhole- but it passes. He's here, with Bucky, on earth where he's safe. Warm.