Not a complicated answer, but one that says enough, both in its brevity and the time Bucky spends considering it. It feels not unlike when he tells people, even now, that he and Jaskier sometimes travel together.

He doesn’t press further. He gets it.

“He managed to drag me here,” he replies drily. “I had plans to sit alone in the woods.”

That may or may not be true. The constant bustle of the city is getting to him. He isn’t unused to it, exactly, but nor does he often spend so much of his days in a crowd. More and more, he finds it hard to swallow the urge to take off.