[Steve's height had taken him weeks to get used to back in the war. All their lives until then, Bucky had been the taller of the two and he'd been used to it. Suddenly having to look up at Steve to meet his eyes had been - a lot. It's all water under the bridge now, though. He no longer found himself bothered by the change.
And the fact that Steve's lost that awkward self-consciousness that he used to carry around like unwanted baggage -- that's a bonus. A big bonus. It's like Steve finally sees the same things in himself -- at least sometimes -- that Bucky had always seen, growing up side by side.
He smiles, eyes crinkling at the quiet words as he hesitates a second and then shifts closer, letting his eyes close as he lets his hand drop from Steve's and winds his arm around his waist instead, letting out the breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding.]
I've been thinking. About -- how you can't go home. [To Brooklyn, he means.]
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And the fact that Steve's lost that awkward self-consciousness that he used to carry around like unwanted baggage -- that's a bonus. A big bonus. It's like Steve finally sees the same things in himself -- at least sometimes -- that Bucky had always seen, growing up side by side.
He smiles, eyes crinkling at the quiet words as he hesitates a second and then shifts closer, letting his eyes close as he lets his hand drop from Steve's and winds his arm around his waist instead, letting out the breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding.]
I've been thinking. About -- how you can't go home. [To Brooklyn, he means.]