[Steve gets up and sits on the bed next to Bucky so that he can put his arm around the other man. Steve wants to kiss him too, but every bit of pressure on his nose is painful and he doesn't want to risk it gushing blood again.]

It's okay. You don't have to say anymore. But you need to tell someone, sometime, Bucky, even if that someone isn't me. It's... it's poison, these kind of things. You need to get it out.

[His voice is quiet, gentle, sincere.]

I'm not afraid of you, Bucky. I'm afraid for you. I'm afraid if I let you go tonight it's going to be the last time I see you. I don't want that.