But then. Bucky can't afford to look a gift horse in the mouth right now. He's got rent to make. Books to pay for. He's already been enough of a financial burden on his parents, picking this college and moving away, and grants and student loans only go so far. The guy twists his hand a little, a subtle press for Bucky to just take it. Blonde guy cocks an eyebrow.
Bucky leans forward and carefully takes the money before ramming it as deep into his pocket as it'll go. He daren't even look at it, "errrr...thank you...sir."
A nod, and Bucky watches as he saunters away back toward the mouth of the alley, probably heading back inside. Bucky takes a second to turn his face up into the softly falling snow before he goes for that piss, not daring to put his hand near his pocket for the rest of the shift.
All he can think is that the money in his pocket kinda feels the same as that dead dudes heart beating under the floorboards.