She came to his hut, later. Circles under her eyes, wearing a blank look. The kind people got when they couldn't sleep; when they were haunted by nightmares, or memories.
Bucky knew what it was to be haunted. Never mind if he was haunted by the things he'd done, while she was only haunted by where she (where they) had or hadn't been. So he held her, let her kiss him. Never mind if he'd decided a long time ago this wasn't going to happen. That was before.
Eventually, she fell asleep beside him.
He hoped they were nicer dreams.