“Maybe.” That’s a good question and Steve doesn’t have a good answer for it. “Maybe you could sit outside then? Or wait down the hall.. nah. You’re right. It’s dumb, isn’t it? I can do this myself. How about we just get dinner tomorrow?” Steve is trying to be bright and to continue to make future plans with Bucky that aren’t obvious one way or another.

He doesn’t need his hand held. He’s gotten through some pretty tough situations alone, both purposefully and out of need. He’d all but shut Bucky out for the few days that followed his mother’s death until he had become a ward of the state and taken from the Barnes’ household.

And he hasn’t been honest with Bucky about his struggles since he went away. No one needs that. Bucky had had enough on his mind. And obviously, more in his life than Steve had known until last night.

He takes a slice of pizza for himself and tucks the drawing away for later. He doesn’t want to color it with tomato sauce after all.