Bucky, meanwhile, is gathering Sam's things and putting them in his backpack. Torn pants, wallet, phone, keys, shirt, that leather jacket he likes so much. Into the bag it all goes, and then Bucky crosses the room again to gently boop Sam on the nose.

"Nope."

An answer to both of Sam's questions, apparently, as Bucky scoops Sam into his arms and leaves the ofdice, the building, behind. Bundles Sam into the passenger seat of his SUV, which already has a towel down on the seat and the seat warmers on.

"You alive in there? Feel free to flip me off in lieu of answering so I can take that as a direct invitation." Starting the car. He knows where Sam lives, so.