[His expression softens, and his lips draw to the side in a smirk, familiar but different, real as real can be. He doesn’t want to make a big deal of it. Steve doesn’t seem to want it either. He reminds himself that none of it needs to be perfect. A little goes a long way, and it doesn’t change what any part of it means. Bucky knows how much Steve loves him. He only hopes Steve knows how much he loves him back.]
You’re a blessing, Steve.
[And he leaves it at that.
He leans in to peek through the telescope again. Saturn. The rings are so clear and look like hula hoops of different sizes stacked together. He laughs and wishes he could draw.]
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You’re a blessing, Steve.
[And he leaves it at that.
He leans in to peek through the telescope again. Saturn. The rings are so clear and look like hula hoops of different sizes stacked together. He laughs and wishes he could draw.]