Bucky's grin gets a little more bemused. "Yeah, that happened to me, too. I feel like it happening to one of us is weird enough. Both of us is just... " He shakes his head, but still - part of him, deep down, feels warmth kindle at the thought of shared life experiences. Especially experiences that are so weird that they aren't something you can just explain to someone who hasn't had them. It makes him feel less alone, in a different way than finding Steve again, even. Maybe he hopes it makes Steve feel the same way.

In the meantime, Bucky doesn't mind if Steve stays close. He does cock an eyebrow as Steve seems to take a particular interest in his left arm, though - not in the least because he wasn't drunk earlier, so he remembers Steve specifically mentioning that arm, even if it hadn't made any sense at the time. It still doesn't, really, only now he stands a chance of actually getting an answer: "Did your guy lose it? The arm, I mean."

It seems logical to him, really. Plenty of guys lost limbs in the war. Maybe the other Bucky did, too. He can't really see it slowing him down, somehow, which really, is more amusing than anything. At least, he concentrates on that feeling, rather than the twist in his gut at the thought of losing an arm - or anything.