[Steve would reply to agree, but he's still breathless from laughing. It's partly relief, he knows, a reaction to the fact that he's just kissed Bucky, and more importantly Bucky kissed him back. And the world hasn't ended, no one's burst in with guns blazing, Bucky hasn't stepped back and said no, he can't do this, for whatever reason (and whatever the reason Steve would have respected it, but God he's relieved that's not what's happened)...
All the things that might have gone wrong, all the various disasters that have happened to them both...yeah, a little hideous noise pretending to be music is welcome compared to the other possibilities, and he has to laugh at that.]
You sure? A lot of things have changed--
[But he can't even finish, can't even joke that the divine Ella Fitzgerald's style has changed that much, because he just sets himself off again. He follows Bucky to the table and leans on it, looking down at the gizmo that's set this off. Bucky has better luck when he changes the track, which goes back to something more from their time. Instrumental, lots of trumpets, proper big band stuff. Definitely meant for dancing to. Steve turns his head and grins at Buck, holding out a hand.]
Shall we try again?
[At dancing, the hand suggests. At kissing, he hopes. At anything, really. Everything.]
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Date: 2019-08-03 10:44 pm (UTC)All the things that might have gone wrong, all the various disasters that have happened to them both...yeah, a little hideous noise pretending to be music is welcome compared to the other possibilities, and he has to laugh at that.]
You sure? A lot of things have changed--
[But he can't even finish, can't even joke that the divine Ella Fitzgerald's style has changed that much, because he just sets himself off again. He follows Bucky to the table and leans on it, looking down at the gizmo that's set this off. Bucky has better luck when he changes the track, which goes back to something more from their time. Instrumental, lots of trumpets, proper big band stuff. Definitely meant for dancing to. Steve turns his head and grins at Buck, holding out a hand.]
Shall we try again?
[At dancing, the hand suggests. At kissing, he hopes. At anything, really. Everything.]