"Okay." Steve nodded, figuring Bucky could do whatever he wanted to relax; Steve snagged the desk chair, and reached over to where he kept a few things in the room, for times like this - a couple of books, and a sketchbook. He pulled out the latter, figuring maybe he could practice dogs, with a model ready and willing right here.

Steve laughed softly, flipping to a blank page. "That's good to hear. I think one giant dog is enough, you know? But we can go out whenever you want, okay? Wherever you want. We'll work you back up to being okay in public."