"Yeah - yeah, of course." Steve settled into the chair next to Bucky, glancing down and the up again as fingers touched his. He couldn't blame Bucky for wanting something - someone - to touch, to know that he wasn't alone and that Steve wasn't going anywhere. He didn't mind at all - he knew Bucky had asked not to be touched, and Steve would respect that, but he also sort of figured that if Bucky reached out to him... then it was okay to respond. He twisted his hand a little, so that his palm was facing up, giving Bucky a small, reassuring smile as he squeezed his fingers, very gently, just enough to let him know that he wasn't letting go. Nor would he touch without being asked. That was rude under the best of circumstances, and these weren't the best.

"If you look like you're in trouble, I'll wake you up," he promised in so many words, just to make sure Bucky knew he would. But he hoped Bucky wouldn't have bad dreams - he needed the rest.