[ He swears he can almost hear that eye-roll, because it's so Bucky that it makes him smile in return despite himself. He's happy to come with him, and he's pressing Bucky up against the wall of the small space; he's done it before when he'd been much smaller and he knew that Bucky was just letting him have his way.
This way feels different. Good, but different. He can see him better now, take him in greedily; the sharpness of those green eyes -- he had never been able to place the color of Bucky's eyes until now; he'd been effectively colorblind before this. He's even more beautiful to him now, this man cast in sharp contrasts that makes his breath catch. ]
I do. Very much. [ He admits quietly. ] But not quite in the way I feel for you. I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing.
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This way feels different. Good, but different. He can see him better now, take him in greedily; the sharpness of those green eyes -- he had never been able to place the color of Bucky's eyes until now; he'd been effectively colorblind before this. He's even more beautiful to him now, this man cast in sharp contrasts that makes his breath catch. ]
I do. Very much. [ He admits quietly. ] But not quite in the way I feel for you. I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing.