[ Sam swallows, running his thumb over the fern and focusing on the feel of his texture under his skin. ]

Yeah. Still do. Flowers are kind of an all occasion thing, I guess. [ He hesitates, pulling in a breath and letting it out, trying to think without letting himself get too deep in his own head. ] I haven't done this since - I might not be all that great company for a few days. If all this starts being too much for you, you can tell me.

[ Being with Bucky makes it easier, but he doesn't want Bucky to feel like he has to stick around if what's going on in Sam's head starts being overwhelming. ]