He pressed his lips to the other man's forehead for a moment, before settling more comfortably against him, settling his arm more comfortably around him. He knew he should insist - the Soldier needed to rest, had been ordered to rest. By rights, that should include sleep.
But he didn't. The other man had made his choice. They didn't have choices, not really, beyond how best to obey. But when it was just the two of them, here, what was really the harm? The fact that he had made this choice, expressed a want, seemed inexpressably important, something that should be honored rather than stamped out. Maybe only because he didn't have the authority to order that. They were...equals. Not just in strength, but in being, in existence. That seemed to matter, here and now, far more than it should.
They...had each other. He wasn't sure what that meant, but he liked the sound of it.
So he settled in for as long as he would be allowed, smiling faintly, fondly, as the other man apparently tried to memorize his face by touch alone. It was more touch than he thought he'd ever experienced before, but it was nice, that someone wanted to remember him.
He just held the other man, one arm around his waist, the other hand pressed against the back of his head. He hummed a melody that wasn't quite tuneless but that he didn't properly remember, and there they would be allowed to stay for a little while.
((ooc: Interestingly enough, it seems like Bucky's remembering easier than Steve does - maybe he's the reason they get out, ultimately. What do you think?))
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He pressed his lips to the other man's forehead for a moment, before settling more comfortably against him, settling his arm more comfortably around him. He knew he should insist - the Soldier needed to rest, had been ordered to rest. By rights, that should include sleep.
But he didn't. The other man had made his choice. They didn't have choices, not really, beyond how best to obey. But when it was just the two of them, here, what was really the harm? The fact that he had made this choice, expressed a want, seemed inexpressably important, something that should be honored rather than stamped out. Maybe only because he didn't have the authority to order that. They were...equals. Not just in strength, but in being, in existence. That seemed to matter, here and now, far more than it should.
They...had each other. He wasn't sure what that meant, but he liked the sound of it.
So he settled in for as long as he would be allowed, smiling faintly, fondly, as the other man apparently tried to memorize his face by touch alone. It was more touch than he thought he'd ever experienced before, but it was nice, that someone wanted to remember him.
He just held the other man, one arm around his waist, the other hand pressed against the back of his head. He hummed a melody that wasn't quite tuneless but that he didn't properly remember, and there they would be allowed to stay for a little while.
((ooc: Interestingly enough, it seems like Bucky's remembering easier than Steve does - maybe he's the reason they get out, ultimately. What do you think?))