He chews slowly, contemplatively, listening to Steve and simultaneously deciding on his next move. Steve's doing his best to probe gently, to call back to what he remembers. To tentatively poke at their past.

He appreciates it, it's validating things he's wondered to himself.

Steve's sentiment trails off for a second, and Bucky swallows.

"Can I stay here?" He asks, seemingly out of nowhere. It's tentative, careful, uncomfortable. "Tonight, I mean."

He doesn't know why. He has a hotel room already paid for, he has an exit strategy, but if he's honest with himself he hasn't slept in days and...

...And he's starting to remember.

Carefully, he looks up. Decides to call back something of his own: "I could shine your shoes. Take out the trash."