"I..." says Jason. He wants to find Bucky, but more than that, Jason wants Bucky to want to come home, and he doesn't, and maybe Jason's stupid for ever thinking it could be home at all, that anything as good as that was going to last.

"I'm tired," he says, and at least he feels it, it's not one more lie he's clinging to today. He hasn't slept, his body weaker than warranted by mere fatigue, and he can't remember when last he ate. "Do you have any food? Tim, he." Jason swallows. That urge that's been there since seeing Bucky on the table, that instant need to protect him, it hasn't gone away. "He really didn't mean to."