[ Steve was definitely noticing the changes in his mood, the way Bucky seemed so agreeable now, spoiling for affection and love, protective of babies, of all things, when he usually wouldn't have bothered about them. But it mattered little when Bucky became happier, healthier, recovering more and more of himself and taking himself back after what had been done to him before.
He cuddled Bucky close, even if the wetness was soaking through his shirt and sweatpants. It didn't matter, especially when Bucky was humming, the bite gentle and affectionate. He kissed him again, found his mouth to give him a proper one, but Bucky's sudden question threw him for a loop. ]
I wasn't interested in anyone when you were gone. [ He admitted quietly. ] It just -- didn't matter to me. Why?
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He cuddled Bucky close, even if the wetness was soaking through his shirt and sweatpants. It didn't matter, especially when Bucky was humming, the bite gentle and affectionate. He kissed him again, found his mouth to give him a proper one, but Bucky's sudden question threw him for a loop. ]
I wasn't interested in anyone when you were gone. [ He admitted quietly. ] It just -- didn't matter to me. Why?