The nuns and some teachers, huh? Clearly his nickname had been more of his name than the one he had been born with. He found that an interesting idea that he identified more with a nickname rather than the name he was given, though... he had been named after a US president apparently, or so he had been told. While he wouldn't fuss over her calling him 'James', he found himself more determined to earn her trust enough to refer to him as 'Bucky'. A new task, something to adapt to soothed him more than he would have liked to admit.

He shook his head a little bit at her words, peering over towards the fence. "I'll earn it," he murmured softly. "For now, James until I've earned the right to the nickname." He understood that she personally needed some barrier of distance between them.

His eyes flicked over when he saw movement, watching her hand move over to him but fail to meet. He slowly turned his head to regard her, his expression neutral even if he looked like he was relaxing in the chair he was seated in. "If you die, I die. It's as simple as that. You are my everything."