[As soon as he sees Bucky move around the kitchen, his own moves in accord. Gathers the seasonings and dutifully measures them out; gets the pot of water ready to be boiled. They work well together, even after all those years apart. The mind may forget but the body remembers.]

There's nothing for you to pry into. I don't have a dating life. It's not that. Not really.

[He cuts the potatoes precisely, then dumps them into the pot as he speaks. While he waits for the rest of the veg to be done, he gets the fixings for the sandwiches. Should he just bite the bullet? What would he even say? He's not entirely sure he understands why he's upset. How can he explain it?]

'Sides, if there were anyone, you'd probably know before me. But I just...During the war the only girl I thought of was Peggy. When I woke up there was too much going on to think of dating. Nat tried setting me up a couple times, she tell you that? I'm not much into the ladies of today. They're gorgeous, yeah, but I just...

[He wipes his hands on a towel and turns to face Bucky. Just tell him. I don't need anyone other than you.]

I don't. I'm fine. With just us. If you want to go out, then by all means, but I'm fine. I'm...happy like this.
....Toasted or untoasted?

[...Smooth, Rogers. Real smooth.]