You had been with Griffin long enough to pick up on his subtle tells. No one ever expected him to be Mr. Congeniality, but he usually managed a baseline grumpiness that you considered acceptable. When his anxiety got bad, though... all bets were off.

Today, you could sense that his anxiety was elevated. It started at Team Dinner. His eyes on his plate instead of up on the others. His hand clenching and unclenching in his lap. You knew it was bad when your super soldier boyfriend, with the metabolism of a hummingbird, barely touched his food.

Watching him carefully for a moment, you finally leaned over to whisper in Bucky's ear.

“Baby... you okay? We can go back up to our suite to eat if you need a break.” You offered, resting your hand on his leg. Unsurprisingly, his leg was bouncing a mile a minute.

“I’m fine." Griffin huffed, barely looking at you from the corner of his eye. You raised your eyebrow at him and gave him a look that said you didn't believe him.

“Griff..”

You tried to get him to look at you without drawing the attention of the other Sentinels around the dinner table.

It didn't have the effect you were hoping for. Surprise, surprise. Instead of your boyfriend looking at you and admitting he needed a break so you could help him without making a scene, he brushed your hand off his leg and grit his teeth.

“I'm fine." He growled, just loud enough to draw Grant's attention from across the table. You caught Grant's eye and shook your head, silently asking him not to bring any more attention to what was going on.