[ Bucky shifts from underneath him, rolls on to his side to fish something out from one of the drawers. There's a clink, and he moves back, takes Steve's hand and presses two silver rectangles into his palm. His dog tags. ]

I'm not goin' home, so I reckon I don't need 'em anymore and I don't have anythin' else I can give you but this. [ It's a good thing it's dark, because Bucky couldn't do this in the open. ] I'm not goin' anywhere, and if you keep these then you'll keep knowin' that, right?