[ It's not the kindest test, but no answer is still and answer. Not the answer he was hoping for, but the one he should have expected. It'd taken him a year to settle into his again, and even then, Natasha's James had always fit better than being Bucky again. ]

That's alright. I don't have to call you anything. You'd be surprised how long you can get by without.

[ Or maybe he wouldn't, actually. A n y w a y. ]

He doesn't even answer to his. [ With a nod to Rez, whose wiggly nose has found its way toward the other man's boot toe, not quite making contact. ] I guess he was himself before anybody else started calling him anything.