Oh god this is SO SAD! I mean, Max isn't doing anything wrong here, but he clearly doesn't get just how messed up Bucky's thinking is right now, poor lamb.

This: Bucky leaned into the soft touch. A part of him - a part that ran deeper than the arousal and the anger - wanted to be touched like that forever. He longed for someone's arms around him, cherishing him, telling his it's going to be okay. Only it was not okay. It was never going to be okay again . And who was going to love him if this was he only way...the only way he could...

MY HEART! Who will love Bucky like he needs to be loved?!?!