Yeah, I do. [ Steve says quietly, because now is really not the time to talk about Peggy, not when he has Bucky back with him -- he had been so afraid that he'd find a dead body on that examination table; he'd been so willing to throw everything away to rescue his friend. And now he finally has Bucky back with him, did Bucky really think Steve was going to spend it talking about someone else?
Bucky curls his arm around him again, a familiar, beloved gesture in the strictest, most private of their moments, and he shudders at those words, eyes lidding at how Bucky could make him feel like an inadequate teenage boy all over again.
He turns his head a little, so that he can whisper, warm breath tinged with alcohol fanning against his stubbled skin. ] I don't want to talk about anything else. I almost lost you, Buck. This ain't about me tonight.
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Bucky curls his arm around him again, a familiar, beloved gesture in the strictest, most private of their moments, and he shudders at those words, eyes lidding at how Bucky could make him feel like an inadequate teenage boy all over again.
He turns his head a little, so that he can whisper, warm breath tinged with alcohol fanning against his stubbled skin. ] I don't want to talk about anything else. I almost lost you, Buck. This ain't about me tonight.