It's ridiculous. Steve isn't exactly in need of great luxury when he sleeps either. He lives a more comfortable life, generally, than they did back in the war, sure. He's slept in better places most nights than Bucky has. But he still has to sleep on the floor in some hotel rooms if the bed's too soft.

He sits on his own bed, and focuses on breathing while Bucky's in the bathroom. He realizes after a moment that he's also focusing on the sound of Bucky brushing his teeth, on the evidence that the other man isn't escaping through a window because he can't handle being around Steve. "Stop it," he murmurs to himself. He has to trust. He has to trust in Bucky's trust.

Steve blinks, and his eyebrows twitch in a small confused frown. "It's okay. You'd do the same."