"Oh," says Jason, in what must be his most repetitive yet intelligent reply yet. "Um, it's okay." Shifting awkwardly, he at last closes the door behind him, leaning afterward into its support.

"Do you live here now?" Eyes lifting to Bucky, Jason still can't figure out what he's feeling. It's panic, he knows that much, but whether or not it's warranted is anyone's guess. "Does she live here?"