[Bucky nods, moving to take the chair - and doing something he absolutely hates, adjusting it so he's putting his back to the door and Steve's got the better line of sight. It makes his shoulder blades itch as he sits down, but he wants Steve to be comfortable. Even if Bucky's not.]

Yeah, it is - thanks.

I would ask how you've been and all that shit, but small talk ain't either of our styles. Did you see the transmission about being done with the Fleet? About giving people who want to go home the chance to do it?

[He's pretty sure Steve has, but he asks, anyway.]