[He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. Defeat hurts. Bucky wishes it didn’t happen every damn day.]

No, no.

C’mon, Stevie, don’t be sorry. I know you weren’t—

[A proper sigh this time as he presses into Steve. Fuck pretense.]

It’s not you. It was never you. It’s just my shit, and you don’t need my shit like this.

[What a royal fuck-up. Good job making things worse for your best guy, Barnes.]

I should— [He draws back.] —go.

[Collect his head. That way Steve doesn’t have to see how broken he really is and how none of the pieces fit right anymore.]

I’ll ruin your morning at this rate.