He's off his game, not noticing Jason's approach until, suddenly, he's there. For a moment Bucky wonders if he's not just hallucinating, a physical manifestation of his guilt. God knows he hasn't done right by Jason lately -- if ever, supplies a voice in the back of his mind -- caught up in his own loss, his own problems, his own frustrations, pulling in on himself until the Island stepped in and made him forget who he was all over again.

He lowers the bottle, pulling a face as he downs his latest swallow. It'd go down better with ice, but he's not in any position to be picky. He levels Jason with a stare, still not entirely certain he's even there.

"...kid?"