He laughs a little more, the ribbing so familiar to him. "I don't normally go out getting drunk like that." Except for the past few days, he doesn't amend. "But I'll think about it. Never know when some other moron is going to need to camp out for a night."
He nudges Bucky back. And it's so much like before. Like no time has passed and, despite all the odds, he got his best friend back, untouched by time. It's not true, of course. Bucky has changed. He's different and older with the same battles under his belt that Steve has. It's like they're the same. In all the new ways, they are the same. And in all the old ways, they're the people they'd always been.
The laughter fades as that nudge instead turns into Steve grabbing and holding Bucky's arm once more. His mouth opens and closes around words that don't want to come out. Things that don't make sense or sound wrong. Or maybe he just doesn't have the voice for all of them, considering how tight his throat has become.
But in the end, what's important makes its way out:
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Date: 2019-02-01 04:34 am (UTC)He nudges Bucky back. And it's so much like before. Like no time has passed and, despite all the odds, he got his best friend back, untouched by time. It's not true, of course. Bucky has changed. He's different and older with the same battles under his belt that Steve has. It's like they're the same. In all the new ways, they are the same. And in all the old ways, they're the people they'd always been.
The laughter fades as that nudge instead turns into Steve grabbing and holding Bucky's arm once more. His mouth opens and closes around words that don't want to come out. Things that don't make sense or sound wrong. Or maybe he just doesn't have the voice for all of them, considering how tight his throat has become.
But in the end, what's important makes its way out:
"I missed you, Buck. God, I missed you so bad..."