He was thankful for the fact that Steve didn't ask anything else while he puzzled that out, knowing that an interruption would make sorting things out even more difficult, scattering the few memories that had surfaced.

It was incredibly frustrating, most of the time, remembering enough to survive and how to take care of himself but not remember much at all about who he was, and more than that who he'd been. He did remember Steve -still smaller- looking tired, sorrowful, and telling Bucky that he could get by on his own, though he couldn't place when it had been or why, and didn't know what he'd said in reply if anything.

He nodded at the statement, "I know." A huff that was caught somewhere between annoyed and amused, "I remember that much." Though he wasn't sure why that stuck when so little else did.