[When he feels Steve’s steady weight against him, warmth swells in his chest, and he has to let out a quick breath to steady his nerves at the recognition his body has that his mind cannot seem to translate into an emotion he can make sense of. It’s confusing as much as it is pleasant, but his mind settles on the fact it is a good thing, and Bucky clings onto it with his entire existence.
He catches the sound of the book slide. His eyes meat the page before he even thinks about wanting to look. Bucky can only draw shitty stick figures. Why did there have to be a fucking war?]
She sounds nice. [Which he said about any dame’s name back when things were still good and the water flowed just right, but now he says it because it’s a pretty name, and Bucky wants to think that's enough to make a good person these days, even when it's not.]
That the one in outer space? You tellin’ me you don’t like stars anymore, Rogers?
[Because some time soon, he wants to ask. Just them on a roof and the night sky. Like they used to.]
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He catches the sound of the book slide. His eyes meat the page before he even thinks about wanting to look. Bucky can only draw shitty stick figures. Why did there have to be a fucking war?]
She sounds nice. [Which he said about any dame’s name back when things were still good and the water flowed just right, but now he says it because it’s a pretty name, and Bucky wants to think that's enough to make a good person these days, even when it's not.]
That the one in outer space? You tellin’ me you don’t like stars anymore, Rogers?
[Because some time soon, he wants to ask. Just them on a roof and the night sky. Like they used to.]