Living on a razor's edge, danced with demons, tasted death

Steve isn't left waiting long before Bucky appears, a small smile on his face. "Hey..." he practically breathes the greeting out. "Come in," he steps aside to allow Steve room to press further inside.

Suddenly, Bucky can't help feeling... a little overwhelmed and awkward in equal measure as he stands here staring at his best friend in the hut he'd been calling home. Had he really just asked for Steve to drop everything to come see him because he was lonely? That was crazy, right?

"Thanks for... for coming," he says with a soft huff of a thing. "Make yourself at home," he offers, gesturing around the room.