No, it's not. Just like it's not your fault that I can't trust what people tell me. So I trust you, Daphne, when you say that you forgive me.

( Bucky is quiet for a moment and then he covers her hand with his right so he can feel the softness of her skin. )

You still probably shouldn't trust me, though. I want to do stuff with you that you shouldn't be wanting to do with married duchesses. I think to myself - well, he's not here and we have no idea if he'll ever be here - and you shouldn't do that. I just thought I ought to tell you.