“Nothing did happen,” Steve says smoothly enough, letting go of Bucky’s hand only when he feels the other draw away. He is pretty frozen, likely going to suffer from some sort of attack for it, but he’s not in terrible spirits as he stands, stumbling. His entire everything hurts, but given how it’s only Bucky in the room with him, he’s less shy about his nakedness and cracks his spine with a twist.

It only feels vaguely better, and his stiff walk to where his clothes are folded up behind a curtain in the corner of the room proves it. He’ll dress as quickly as possible but it won’t be quick.

When he returns, it’s to fish the arm out of Bucky’s shirt and he carefully touches the buckles used to hold it in place as he turns his attention back to his friend.

“Wanna get a pizza?” He doesn’t have a shift for another four hours and he’s got every intention of spending most of that time with Bucky, and carefully ignoring the drawings that his classmates had completed of him. “I can step outside if you need a minute.”