"Right," Steve says, maybe sounding a weird mix of rebuked and bemused. "Okay."

He's... giving Bucky the dignity of his choice. Right? That's what he's supposed to do. That's what he's been trying - badly - to do.

"But meditation still might not be... best for you, right now," he finally hazards, scooting back a little, but not bothering to get up back onto his own cushion. "I mean, I have no clue what's best for you right now, but it's probably something that doesn't make you react that way, huh?"

And then, "We could try... running? Maybe." That can be sort of meditative. But nothing like actually meditating. "Lark would let us into the Enclosure."

Funny, Steve doesn't really think of asking his own warden. Or Bucky's.