He nods and pours a second glass, which he sets on the table in front of Bucky before joining him at the table. He's quiet for a moment, taking a sip from the glass in his hand as he considers his next words.

"Do you think...people can truly change? Or are our natures set, destinies chosen before we even have a say in the matter?" A heavy topic, maybe, but... maybe if he could get real answers from anyone, it's the man in front of him that might understand it in a deeper way than most.