"Guess that settles that, then," Steve admits, although he doesn't sound either particularly surprised or particularly remorseful.

Nor does he waste any time in dropping down next to Bucky as soon as it's clear that's an okay thing to do. In fact, there's a little breath that escapes him, almost involuntarily, when Bucky's hand grips his shoulder and the muscles there relax just a little. He's still not sure what happened, how badly he's messed up, but he is sure that they'll figure it out. Together.

"Far as I know, and I've been me my whole life," he offers over with a wry, lopsided grin that's got just this little bit of regret to it, now. "I'm sorry," he adds, a moment later. "For - this," he says, because he isn't sure what all's happened, but clearly something. Some older version of himself, showing up and clearly stirring up shit.

You know, that... kinda sounds like something he'd do, so there is that.

"But yeah. I'm really here, and I'm kinda planning on staying. If that's a thing people might be okay with."

"People" being largely Bucky, but... yeah, some other people, too.