Steve wasn't going to sleep while Bucky was uncomfortable like this. And this was all his fault. Bucky had been comfortable and Steve ruined it by opening his big mouth. Because he'd been selfish again, thinking of his own needs before Bucky's. He'd always been a proponent of fixing his own mistakes, so he was going to fix this one. He kept his arm up and tone of voice soft and inviting. "So do you, Bucky. And you sleep best when we're close." He'll never forgive himself if he took his comfort away form Bucky.

Steve himself slept better too. The army had taught him to sleep anywhere, to take his rest whenever and wherever possible but it didn't keep the nightmares away, it didn't keep him warm. Inappropriate physical reactions or not Bucky was warm and comforting weight on him, a constant reassurance that his current life wasn't a dream.