Bucky's twitchy as anything. It's like when they were kids, staying up too late, drinking precious coffee so they could make it to part-time jobs as well as school and attempt to get homework done as well.

He gets the water, and Steve takes his. Okay, that's good. He's drinking. He's able to manage domestic things like this when ordered to do so. Steve doesn't have anywhere near enough domestic work to give him, though. Steve sips at his water, watching Bucky intently.

Breathing now. Good. It's not about to fix this, but it'll rub a little of the edges off Bucky's tension.

...his hands. He's shaking.

"I'm going to touch you now," Steve says, in a tone that brooks no disagreement. What the hell is he going to do? He'll figure it out as he goes. First step is to take Bucky's hands, then slide his own hands up Bucky's arms and around him.

He holds him lightly for now. Don't want him to feel trapped. "Do the same to me."