The hand is what reaches him. It's a warm and solid grip and even in sleep, Steve can feel that connection to another person. It grounds him against all the ghosts that haunt him in his sleep and he fights his way towards it.

One moment, his movements are settling and the next his eyes snap open. It still takes a moment for him to take in his surroundings and focus on Bucky's face, though. It feels like he was just in the desert and it takes a moment for him to catch up with the fact that he's in prison.

"Bucky." He closes his eyes and lets out a slow sigh. "Sorry."

He starts to push himself up to sit, voice low in the dark cell. "What's it going to take to make this up to you?"