[ Bucky is quietly guilty, his grip on him even tighter, almost bruising, when he hears those words. He hadn't held on to him tight enough -- he allowed him to go off on his own.
He cups his face then, having released him after a few moments before he draws him close to press his forehead against his, quietly basking in the warmth of his presence, the fact that this important, crucial piece of himself is back where it belongs again.
Things make sense again. His thumb brushes over those lips, and he exhales quietly, before he leans forward to give him a slow, tentative kiss. Has a year changed him very much? Does he still remember this? ]
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[ Bucky is quietly guilty, his grip on him even tighter, almost bruising, when he hears those words. He hadn't held on to him tight enough -- he allowed him to go off on his own.
He cups his face then, having released him after a few moments before he draws him close to press his forehead against his, quietly basking in the warmth of his presence, the fact that this important, crucial piece of himself is back where it belongs again.
Things make sense again. His thumb brushes over those lips, and he exhales quietly, before he leans forward to give him a slow, tentative kiss. Has a year changed him very much? Does he still remember this? ]