[ Steve is stepping into Bucky's personal space, but it's starting to feel so normal and natural that he doesn't mind -- it's not so much an intrusion as it is a welcome presence, and he takes the drink from him with a quiet nod and a smile.
There's something pleasantly strange about this entire thing, a sense of warmth and want that he believed had long been dead and gone. It's a comfortable, welcome place, and he takes a sip of the drink with a soft word of thanks. All things considered, everything has been going relatively well with Steve; he had taken him up on his invitation once after it had been issued, and his sleep had been without dreams.
Right now, however, he's acutely aware of how close they are, how warm Steve feels through the fabric of his shirt. Bucky's also cleaned up, combed and shaved, in a new set of soft linen clothes that he's ensured won't get in the way if he has to leap immediately into action. He watches the blush on Steve's cheeks, the faintest shade of it and follows his line of sight before he smiles and takes another sip -- Bucky knows what Steve is doing, and it's entirely endearing.
He tries not to think about what that means, and he finds that it doesn't take much effort at all. ] It's a pretty great view.
[ Does he mean Steve or the others? Well, he's definitely not quite looking at the others. But he glances away, smiling faintly into his glass, quiet affection and longing blossoming in his chest. ] What's this you got me?
party til you drop
There's something pleasantly strange about this entire thing, a sense of warmth and want that he believed had long been dead and gone. It's a comfortable, welcome place, and he takes a sip of the drink with a soft word of thanks. All things considered, everything has been going relatively well with Steve; he had taken him up on his invitation once after it had been issued, and his sleep had been without dreams.
Right now, however, he's acutely aware of how close they are, how warm Steve feels through the fabric of his shirt. Bucky's also cleaned up, combed and shaved, in a new set of soft linen clothes that he's ensured won't get in the way if he has to leap immediately into action. He watches the blush on Steve's cheeks, the faintest shade of it and follows his line of sight before he smiles and takes another sip -- Bucky knows what Steve is doing, and it's entirely endearing.
He tries not to think about what that means, and he finds that it doesn't take much effort at all. ] It's a pretty great view.
[ Does he mean Steve or the others? Well, he's definitely not quite looking at the others. But he glances away, smiling faintly into his glass, quiet affection and longing blossoming in his chest. ] What's this you got me?