The glass allowed him to hear the way that Sam's fist thumped, though he couldn't tell if the cause of it was the information that he was only now revealing or something else entirely. He supposed that it didn't matter because Sam was unfortunately stuck with him until the debriefings were all over and his bond was ushered off once they had learned to accept separation.

Bonds did that, right? He would perhaps actually request information on it.

"I answered one of your questions, but I didn't specify which one. HYDRA de-aged me, and they technically turned me back into an omega by denying me suppressants." It was a weak technicality that wouldn't even hold up in court, but it had been his choice to do as he pleased, the first time in awhile.

He tilted his head and closed his eyes, feeling the stirring that had never quite gone away in the lab the last week. It was getting stronger again, a slow burn that first crept awareness up his spine. "Clearly you and I were really meant for each other," he said sardonically. He suddenly shoved off the glass and gripped his pole again. "And if we want to keep from the fucking part of your statement, you better get out of here."