The ease with which the truth and Bucky’s honest reactions slip from him should be indicative enough of how mutual the relaxed nature of their interactions has become for the soldier. Sure, they’d had silly conversations before, but hardly things so personal or meaningfully shared.

And it’s not even that Bucky thinks poorly of anyone who’s gay either. He’s certainly known his own share of queer individuals (as it was known to him then; he only knows that gay is preferred now to specify gay men specifically). His experience, however, doesn’t quite inform him to the option of I like what I like, whatever that happens to be, which traps him in an odd mentality of presuming that one can only be straight or gay and not anything else. Secular comprehension of sexuality was quite stunted in his youth, so, once again, please excuse his unintended rudeness.

Since Henry has outright detailed that he’s apparently slept with both, it thankfully bypasses Bucky’s need to ask the particulars of those bits of information. But it still leaves him confused, his dated logic about sexual interest being primitive compared to anyone who was raised in the more modern era.

“You can do that?” This is clearly a new concept for him. Not the or, of course, but the either.