[He really is genuinely trying to help him, even after what he just did. If Watson's intention is to make guilt swamp Bucky, his success rate is off the chart. He feels hot shame flood him, bitter and impossible to ignore.]
No.
[He turns after the refusal and leaves the bathroom to grab the chair one handed and drag it in after him, assuming Watson hasn't barred the door.]
Sort out your leg, I'll be outside.
[Since he assumes Watson won't want to sit on that chair again with Bucky anywhere near. His eyes rise just enough to look Watson in his, guilt foremost in the maelstrom at the moment.]
no subject
No.
[He turns after the refusal and leaves the bathroom to grab the chair one handed and drag it in after him, assuming Watson hasn't barred the door.]
Sort out your leg, I'll be outside.
[Since he assumes Watson won't want to sit on that chair again with Bucky anywhere near. His eyes rise just enough to look Watson in his, guilt foremost in the maelstrom at the moment.]
I'm sorry.