Tony rolled his eyes. He’d just asked the guy to stay for dinner, a clear sign that he wanted him present he thought, but he was too self destructive to say it in those simple phrases.

Though he knew Bucky could understand what he was going through, better than anyone, he had such a strong support system. He had a truly loving family, the littlest ready to wheel and deal for him.

It was crazy. Tony didn’t feel comfortable with that. He felt so Other that he might as well be in an anthropology novel from the 1920s.

But Bucky was persistent. And Tony was feeling grateful that the man was even here. Letting him go wasn’t an option. “Listen. You know I need you.”