"Of course I have— oh." The implications of why Billy asked for a knife caught up to him as Bucky glanced up, unable to hide the once over he gave Billy's outfit. He admired that outfit on the regular, with the way it hugged Billy's body, but he'd never really noticed the lack of fasteners.

His expression softened and he straightened up from his crouch by the fire. Billy had been through enough today; he could offer his help in a purely platonic way. "I can do you one better. You trust me?"