Lucky for Bucky it's more than obvious. There are some paintings of Steve's in the window of it and the rest is filled with an artificial light and canvas. As they get close, Steve wrestles himself away and stumbles to the door, pressing his hand against the lock to open it up, after hours. The door swings open and Steve nearly falls in after it, just barely avoiding it.
"Pal," he seems to just hear. His smile is soaked in alcohol but shining as he spins it at Bucky. "I woulda been happy if you just talked to me again. But...pal. Sounds nice."
He leans his head back against the jam of the door, eyes shutting.
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Date: 2019-01-31 05:00 pm (UTC)"Pal," he seems to just hear. His smile is soaked in alcohol but shining as he spins it at Bucky. "I woulda been happy if you just talked to me again. But...pal. Sounds nice."
He leans his head back against the jam of the door, eyes shutting.
"Sounds...like it used to. Pal. Buck."