Sylvie follows close behind and pushes Bucky further into the changing room, then shuts the door behind them. It isn't a hard shove, barely move than a tap between the two of them, and she stares at him hard.

"And I like you exactly as you are," she tells him. "Whatever happened to you, whatever was done to you, this is who you are now and I'm in love with this man. A bloody blue sweater that looks odd on you has no bearing as to whether or not you have the ability to be soft, trust me, you've been plenty soft with me. I recall all the internal squirming I've done."

Which isn't to say she doesn't like it, she does very much. She just doesn't know what to do with it some of the time, but she's trying for him.