[ Whatever's driving Bucky on a completely different rail than the two of them can see, Sam can't figure out in any way any of them are comfortable with. Maybe it would've been the smarter choice to try to force it, for the sake of knowing how to handle this, but that's not something Sam can make himself do. He's been too much at the mercy of other people screwing around with his head to do it to someone else. He's just hoping Steve won't be the one to suffer for it.

He gives a nod, agreeing with Steve's offer to walk him out, and rises, pacing for the door, and ends up facing Bucky again, sitting like a stone guard there. Like he's empty. He really should just go, but Sam's always been bad at keeping his thoughts to himself. ]

You and Steve? You don't know how lucky you are to have each other, here. The two of you are going to be the only thing around to remind each other who you are, when this Nest thing starts to creep too far in. [ He thinks of Kara, how he's been desperately clinging to the memory of her, how he'd inked it into his skin in hopes that would be enough to remind him to never let that part of himself go. But she isn't here, and she isn't going to be. ] I suggest you start trusting him, at least, if no one else. Because he needs you.

[ Ilde'd already voiced concern to him, about Steve taking too much influence from the others in their brood. He isn't weak, by any means, and his will is absurdly strong. But there's only so long you can hold off against a persistent and increasing force. ]

Good luck. [ With that, so long as Bucky moves his butt out of the way of the door, Sam will be exiting. ]