"But blankets only do so much, Buck and this coming winter was supposed to be worse. What if this would have been it for me? You wouldn't have known til after you came back home. Unless Becca got a letter to you." He murmured, looking down as he scrubbed a hand over the back of his neck again.

Then he sighed because regardless, he felt horrible. He should have known that Bucky would be upset about something like this. About the way he had changed so much and what this had done to him.

"I'm sorry, Buck." He murmured, sighing before turning to go back to where the stage was. They would tell him where he needed to go, where he would be staying the night while they were still here.