Henry’s reaffirming of the concept earns him a huff, something amused and knowing, as if Bucky had wholly expected the words to come from him even without having known Henry for more than a few months. Strange is one way to describe how the familiarity comes so naturally, but Bucky grins back despite the curiosity of it, knowing better than to question a good thing while it still lasts.

“Got me there,” he replies, looking up to meet Henry’s gaze with a fond expression on his face. “Since you’re so experienced then, riddle me this: why kiss a guy if I can kiss a gal? I mean, what's so great about having both choices if gals are great enough already?”

Painfully straight is a phrase.