"No problem. If you ever change your mind, just give me a shout. Sometimes we need an extra pair of hands, sometimes we don't."

John holds the darts out to Bucky, taking the opportunity to look him in the eyes.

"Y'know, sometimes it helps to keep busy." John doesn't specify what it helps, exactly, because he doesn't think he has to. Isn't sure he could, even if he wanted to. John's got a smoother surface, he's learned to polish it over the years, has had to in order to survive, but on the inside? He's still all jagged edges.