[ Oh. It takes a moment for him to put it together, and when he gets it, his smile widens -- it's impossible not to be infected by Steve Roger's patented brand of sincere enthusiasm, of an affection and a depth of feeling that he can't quite put into words yet.
He's not sure if he can ever put it into words. Bucky eats the muffin, feeling warm, loved -- and what a strange, entirely unfamiliar sentiment it is, too. But all the same, Bucky exhales, quietly moved, quietly chiding. ] You could have asked for something better.
[ Not that he believed they worked at all (if wishes were horses, beggars would ride), but. ]
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He's not sure if he can ever put it into words. Bucky eats the muffin, feeling warm, loved -- and what a strange, entirely unfamiliar sentiment it is, too. But all the same, Bucky exhales, quietly moved, quietly chiding. ] You could have asked for something better.
[ Not that he believed they worked at all (if wishes were horses, beggars would ride), but. ]