[ He laughs this time, not just a breathy half-sound through his nose but an actual short, barking sound from his chest with a look to accompany it (uh huh, I'll show you a potato kick). His chin ducks down and he runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head.
Ever since they found each other alive again, they've had more time to sit and wonder (worry) about this than they've had actual time in each other's physical presence again. And when they have been together, able to talk-- they rely on an old shorthand, maybe sometimes to their detriment. He gives big speeches, but when it comes to each other there's just some things they don't say. Don't have the vocabulary for. Products of their time (why he never could make the jump to groups until Sam).
It's a hard balance. Wanting Bucky to understand what he still means to him, without turning it into something forceful. Not trying to seem like he's still searching backwards.
He hasn't gotten into the habit of wearing gloves yet. They reach for their food at the same time, crossing arms and skin brushing at their hands. It's a brief spark from him of what he'd been feeling in that moment: the warmth buzzing in his chest from spark of laughter just before, familiar and bright.
jumping with ur permission, saying they took off gloves for fried food
Ever since they found each other alive again, they've had more time to sit and wonder (worry) about this than they've had actual time in each other's physical presence again. And when they have been together, able to talk-- they rely on an old shorthand, maybe sometimes to their detriment. He gives big speeches, but when it comes to each other there's just some things they don't say. Don't have the vocabulary for. Products of their time (why he never could make the jump to groups until Sam).
It's a hard balance. Wanting Bucky to understand what he still means to him, without turning it into something forceful. Not trying to seem like he's still searching backwards.
He hasn't gotten into the habit of wearing gloves yet. They reach for their food at the same time, crossing arms and skin brushing at their hands. It's a brief spark from him of what he'd been feeling in that moment: the warmth buzzing in his chest from spark of laughter just before, familiar and bright.
At ease. ]