Sam licks his lips, tries sorting his thoughts. Can't quite grasp everything that went wrong here.

The fact that Bucky never told anyone...

"I'll put you in touch with the council, love," he promises, hand travelling over Buckys arm. Soothing. "They're there to help both of us, not just me. If things were to not work out... if you were unhappy... you can teach out. To me, to them." A soft kiss. "I want to make sure we're building your support network up. You've been isolated and without ways to receive help for too long, love."