Yeah? [Bucky cracks a small smile and resists the urge to bury his face in the sheets as she touches his cheek, his hair. He's finding he much likes her touching his hair - gently or roughly or however she likes it - and her buoyant mood is making it easier for him to feel like everything has gone right tonight, and he doesn't need to feel awkward about any developments.
His gaze lingers on her lips, blinking slowly a few times. She could read him the phonebook right now with her quiet, soothing voice and he would have asked for her to start all over again from the first page.]
You came to mine. [He's barely feeling self-conscious right now even when she touches his scars. He's even bold enough to invite himself over, taking her hand and giving it a light squeeze.] Can I spend the night here? With you?
[He might change his mind once he starts doubting if he can make it through the night without a nightmare, although he can't take that question back now that it's out there.]
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His gaze lingers on her lips, blinking slowly a few times. She could read him the phonebook right now with her quiet, soothing voice and he would have asked for her to start all over again from the first page.]
You came to mine. [He's barely feeling self-conscious right now even when she touches his scars. He's even bold enough to invite himself over, taking her hand and giving it a light squeeze.] Can I spend the night here? With you?
[He might change his mind once he starts doubting if he can make it through the night without a nightmare, although he can't take that question back now that it's out there.]