This is more familiar and Steve ducks his head a little, guilty about being caught completely zozzled. "It's been a rough few weeks," he offers as an excuse. It's also the answer for how often he's been at that bar. Often enough that the bartenders all know his order and are procuring more since they're running low.

Hell of a few weeks.

"They have some alien liquor that is strong enough if I drink it fast. Doesn't last as long as I'd like but what else am I gonna spend my money on, here? Besides. I missed what it felt like to fall off a stool."

He's smiling genuinely now. Half the reason he's been drinking himself under the table is right here with him. Maybe now he'll only go once a week. Or twice. Christ, he still has the weight of Thanos over his head. The knowledge that Peggy was here with him and he has no memory of any of it.

Just like he won't remember this Bucky if he leaves.

Steve pushes it away and focuses back on the moment. The one with Bucky here and in front of him. The Bucky he lost all those years ago on a train. Vision had said that fleeting beauty was better than none at all. Steve can understand that, now.

"We can go there together. I'll show it to you?"