No one in his entire life has ever looked at him like that, and it makes his breath hitch in his throat. He swallows heavily as the other man reaches out and takes his hand and Bucky lets him, curling his fingers around and through Steve's as their digits lock together like puzzle pieces. This time he can't stop himself from moving closer, lifting his gaze to glance at the nearly-healed cut on Steve's face, then letting his eyes lock with Steve's.
"Yeah. Pizza and movies sound good to me," he says quietly. "How are your ribs? Wanna another ice pack while I order food?" he offers.
He can't help but smile at the refusal of salad, but more so the reasoning behind the refusal. The tiniest of smiles touches his mouth. "I'm not complaining about that one." He rubs his thumb against the back of Steve's hand, absently.
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Date: 2019-11-16 09:49 pm (UTC)"Yeah. Pizza and movies sound good to me," he says quietly. "How are your ribs? Wanna another ice pack while I order food?" he offers.
He can't help but smile at the refusal of salad, but more so the reasoning behind the refusal. The tiniest of smiles touches his mouth. "I'm not complaining about that one." He rubs his thumb against the back of Steve's hand, absently.