Steve's been looking for him a year. Bucky's face sobers, cupping his face in his hands and gently tipping it up to look at him. Steve's been lonely for a year, unhappy and sad, and what Bucky feels is a fraction of what he's likely felt.
Four days is so very small compared to three hundred and sixty five.
He leans in to brush his lips over his, a hand coming to cup the back of his head. His heart aches for him, hurts for the way he cannot protect someone he loves. ]
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Steve's been looking for him a year. Bucky's face sobers, cupping his face in his hands and gently tipping it up to look at him. Steve's been lonely for a year, unhappy and sad, and what Bucky feels is a fraction of what he's likely felt.
Four days is so very small compared to three hundred and sixty five.
He leans in to brush his lips over his, a hand coming to cup the back of his head. His heart aches for him, hurts for the way he cannot protect someone he loves. ]
Next time, we go home together.