[Fuck, he doesn’t deserve Steve. How can he when he fucks up so much? Why is Steve such a perfect goddamn human?
He aches as he chuckles weakly, his throat clamming up a bit and making it rasp. He adjusts his arm to get it right this time, but the fever’s gone, and the rub of his knuckles is more affectionate than punishing.]
You’re such a shit, Stevie.
[There’s no heat in it. It’s all fond and feeling.]
God knows why I put up with you.
[His fingers splay, and Bucky starts running his fingers through that damn hair he hasn’t felt in his hands in ages. He wants to cry because it’s as soft and real as it always was, but he can’t, and he doesn’t know which is worse.]
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He aches as he chuckles weakly, his throat clamming up a bit and making it rasp. He adjusts his arm to get it right this time, but the fever’s gone, and the rub of his knuckles is more affectionate than punishing.]
You’re such a shit, Stevie.
[There’s no heat in it. It’s all fond and feeling.]
God knows why I put up with you.
[His fingers splay, and Bucky starts running his fingers through that damn hair he hasn’t felt in his hands in ages. He wants to cry because it’s as soft and real as it always was, but he can’t, and he doesn’t know which is worse.]