[ If he was with anyone else or the situation was different, he'd be mad at how easily it was to get out of breath. He knows how his body responds to cold air but he'd allowed his emotions to win out and lost focus of how he should be breathing in this bad weather. Now he has to deal with feeling winded alongside trying to suss out how Bucky is so changed from last he saw him and why he's here in this place.

But Bucky is here and Steve has to keep up. He needs him. ]

What's your roommate's name?

[ Steve smirks up at Bucky. It was a goat. A. Goat. In Bucky's house and she was tearing the place up as if she owned it. The house was bigger and nicer than anything Steve's lived in but he's happy for Bucky, glad that he'd had something like this for himself. He hangs his jacket up and lines his shoes up near the door, mindful of the nice rugs that he won't muddy.

He sits on the couch with a heavy sigh. ]

You live here alone? [ Well, he laughs softly. ] Besides your four-legged friend.