"Me too," he joins in, to Bucky's safety. But quietly, if he thinks about it; a small noise before he admits, "I had a girl back home. We... well." He sighs, rubs the back of his neck.

"We weren't gonna be able to be together long. Never really got to get together at all, but... we got a small while, on the train. Two months." He chuckles- "One month of me not wanting her to worry thinking about me, and then another month...that I'll never regret."

He didn't really regret either of them. Maybe they could have done things better, but- it was still time together.

"I'm glad. I hope she's gonna be happy back home too."