[There's been very few times that Steve's been stunned into speechless, inaction. The two most recent cases have been all Bucky. Steve's eyes widen fractionally, and he stares at Bucky for a moment before lowering his head. His throat works as he swallows. He feels like he's been laid bare, found out by the man who can barely remember him.
Steve catches his movement from the corner of his eye, looks up to find half the muffin being offered to him. He makes a sound, some strange mixture of a laugh and a sigh and an almost-sob. But he takes it, the corners of his mouth tugging back up again.]
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Steve catches his movement from the corner of his eye, looks up to find half the muffin being offered to him. He makes a sound, some strange mixture of a laugh and a sigh and an almost-sob. But he takes it, the corners of his mouth tugging back up again.]
I haven't made a birthday wish in two years.
[But now he knows exactly what to ask for.]