"...I'd really like to see it sometime." Steve talks mostly down into his mug, sounding equal parts wistful and sad. Bucky would love to see places like this. It doesn't feel right being here. Not when everyone he's ever known is already long gone.

"I wish I could show you my New York." Steve finally says, voice withdrawn and quiet. "But I only work through sketches, and that's not...really a medium I can share with you."