Steve's face - as it so often does - does something complicated to hear that. It makes him so mad, and yet so weirdly grateful, all at the same time. He hates himself for the part of him that could leave B behind. But if that guy hadn't...

Steve's arms would be empty right now. He'd be an inmate still, probably, and wishing he were dead.

"Okay," he finally says, still pressing close to B. "Okay. I'll tell you. And try not to make it too weird." A tall order, he knows, but at least knowing it's what B would want helps. He resolutely doesn't think about why he hadn't been sure he should tell Bucky. He's better, now. A little.

Of course, that warrants adding, "Me, too - I mean. I wouldn't... I would still love you. Always. I would just be dumb. About not wanting to tell you."