[ Hard to draw when the muse was gone. Bucky was his favourite subject; Steve always used to complain the man couldn't sit still. Even in the War, he was doing something with his hands. ]
[ His mouth thins into an unhappy line. Steve rubs at his jaw, then, softly, ]
Make sure it's somethin' you want, all right? You don't gotta just for me.
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[ His mouth thins into an unhappy line. Steve rubs at his jaw, then, softly, ]
Make sure it's somethin' you want, all right? You don't gotta just for me.