[Steve reminds himself that, of course, Bucky is in the same place as him. He exhales into the kiss and chases after it to get a second one. It's surprising how comforting that little splash of affection is. Already this evening he's kissed more than he has his whole life combined. But these are just sweet. An expression that the other man is there. Steve's arms tighten and he tangles their legs like he once had, many years ago.]

Maybe that's the trick? Maybe...we both need to stop seeing our friend. Maybe they really did just... Die.

[He exhales shakily and shifts so that he presses his ear to the pulse of Bucky's neck. Steve's hand strokes up and down the warm skin, feeling. Just feeling Bucky in all the way he's still the same and all the ways he's different.]

I don't know what to do. Should I just pretend he's someone new? Forget everything we shared, before? I seem to be the only one remembering it anyway. Except for you.

[A small kiss pecks at Bucky's neck before Steve settles close again.]

I wish I just knew what to do. I don't care if he's different. Just as long as he's still Bucky, somewhere in there....