[Bucky knows. Bucky always just knows. Steve turns toward him, eyes so shiny with grateful tears. Steve kisses him again, this time tenderly. It's an unspoken 'thanks' for his friend just being him. For knowing Steve and caring for him. He'd taken it for granted until it was gone but now he'd never do so ever again.

His thumb trails Bucky's stubble-y cheek as Steve takes him in from top to bottom. His free hand presses to Bucky's bare chest, feeling the strong beat of his stubborn heart. He's warm. So warm, now. Steve never wants to move from here again.]

They don't. We don't. [Steve is asking as he meets Bucky's eyes and leans in for another lingering kiss. Even this is starting to feel familiar, now. How strange that something so positive could.]

You can stay with me? We've bunked up before. I think we can even get the cabin expanded for two. If. I mean. You can get your own space, sure.

But I would like it if you were here, Buck. Sweetheart. [He nudges him at that tease.]

Just if you want to. I'm sure you got friends over on your ship.