[Matt sat back, sighing. He closed his eyes and took a breath. Then another. His hands were on his thighs, smoothing over his pants before he tipped his head in Bucky's direction. He could hear the distress, feel that anxiety like a palpable thing, and he felt like an asshole.]

I'm sorry. Some kind of fucking welcome home this is. I missed you and now I'm jumping down your throat over... well. It doesn't matter. Please, just eat.