[He's quiet for once at that, partly touched, partly surprised, and just watches Bucky work for a moment. Eventually,] ... Thanks.

Hang on... yeah, I think I-- wait--

[He puts in some effort, grunting until his arm slips free. Immediately he groans when the movement brings another wave of pain, pressing his forehead down into the snow.]

Ohhhh yeah that's. That's gonna be bruises. My body, just another replica of Starry Night. Mmmh.