Something in Dyme's chest fluttered when Bucky touched him. He felt hyper aware of the contact and he hoped he wasn't blushing. "Don't worry, I'm not a soldier or anything." That was his dad's thing. Dyme was just stupid. Well intentioned, but stupid. Most of the time he was well intentioned, at least.

"And...thanks. It's--it's been a while since someone's had my back."