Steve can't help but laugh at that, settling back down and looking at Bucky as though he's insane. And he really must be if he thought that he looked like garbage in that bar. "Buck, you came off shifts at the dock smelling of cod and with a shirt half ripped and you could still charm half the girls in a bar. I've seen you do it." And had watched, jealous and proud all at the same time that his best friend had this special talent. Something he could only wish to have but, really, wouldn't even know what to do with. Proof positive is Peggy and all the time he wasted dancing around what could have been.

"You looked good," Steve sums. "Little tired, but you looked good. I actually thought that undone hair was a good look on you. Normally only saw it when you were hung over."

At the comment about Nat, Steve blows out a breath and looks up toward the ceiling. The screen flashes with Sharon and a few other faces as he focuses on them. Sharon's lingers but only by a short margin before the screen turns completely blank once more. Steve's smiling, eyes distant as he shakes his head.

"Yeah. She took it as her pet project. Even kissed me during a mission and had the nerve to tease me about it." He laughs at the memory, not upset in the slightest with time giving that all distance. "I didn't have anyone though. Special, I mean. I didn't date. Not enough time and just..." He shrugs at first before looking over curiously at Bucky and thinking, maybe, that he could finally have someone here who completely understood him when he said:

"No shared life experience."