He's holding onto Bucky tighter than he held onto anything in his life. It's almost like the smallest inch could let the other man fade away and Steve isn't about to let that happen. He'd forgotten how easy this could be. How right falling into the normal dynamic could be. It's Bucky. It's his Bucky that he lost on the train. Just like he's the Steve that he'd lost...
Jesus, this was a mess.
"I'm real," he assures him, face buried into his shoulder. "I'm real. I wish to God sometimes I wasn't, especially with this hangover. But not if...not if you're real, too." His hands are fisting up against this suit Bucky is wearing, not letting him go until Steve's 100% sure he's not going to cry. His face already feels alarmingly damp but he'll say that was just water he spilled, earlier.
When he finally retreats, he drags his sleeve across to clean it up, fast.
"God. Look at you. Captain James Buchanan Barnes. Captain America..." He can't help his watery laugh. "Did they make the suit pinch any less for you?"
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Date: 2019-01-31 10:04 pm (UTC)Jesus, this was a mess.
"I'm real," he assures him, face buried into his shoulder. "I'm real. I wish to God sometimes I wasn't, especially with this hangover. But not if...not if you're real, too." His hands are fisting up against this suit Bucky is wearing, not letting him go until Steve's 100% sure he's not going to cry. His face already feels alarmingly damp but he'll say that was just water he spilled, earlier.
When he finally retreats, he drags his sleeve across to clean it up, fast.
"God. Look at you. Captain James Buchanan Barnes. Captain America..." He can't help his watery laugh. "Did they make the suit pinch any less for you?"