[ Bucky rests his (flesh) arm around his shoulders. It's an accidental motion, mulling over Dick's statement. It's an admission all right, unsubtle. Dick's (only a little) better at this than Damian is, if differently fragile. He could lie or deflect - and by virtue of Dick's own trust he'd probably get away with it, since it's hardly like the kid would expect him to tell the absolute truth, and if caught probably forgive him for keeping his grief private. ]

[ But there's only memory when you're dead and gone, and while his body survives the torment of the Winter Soldier his mind doesn't. All that's left is going to be what people remember about him, this him. He kept enough secrets from Steve, even if they're all in audio files on Sam's phone as a fallback for some unknown future. But he can't put that burden on Steve's shoulders alone. He carries enough. ]

A lotta things. I used to help my sisters, doin' their hair before school. Becky - she cut hers short before I shipped out but before that she had [ gesturing ] it long enough to do braids. She always complained I never knew how to put her hairpins where she liked 'em. [ an amused noise ] I never thought you could long for somethin' like that. You can have someone [ Steve ] right in front of ya and still miss 'em. Funny old world ain't it?