While he was bubbling with questions. Somewhere. Why this name, who gave him this name, where did it come from and why now, was it in his files somewhere, and if not, why? Why didn't anyone ever call him that name?

But the pressure was gone. The necessity blistering his mind into remembrance was gone. Lanced? Relieved? Temporarily appeased? There was no context. Just the name, that one name.

The tension slowly left his body, only remained as tiny flames in his eyes that didn't move from her face as he nodded slightly. "Thank you." For the acceptance. For pushing him there, although she probably hadn't meant it. Not that way. Whatever the reason for his name not being used, it was probably good enough for their superiors, and she wouldn't have requested if it would go against orders.

But she had. And it was somehow easier with that.

He lowered his forehead, raising their hands until her knuckles touched his skin lightly, then eased them down again. "I should go."

Little of the commanding, certain trainer whose strikes came only this short of breaking bones (if they did come short), little of the chill, composed Winter Soldier in his voice. It was mere fact that he was too drained to oppose.