It's you, is what it is. [Steve tells him warmly, just barely holding back laughter in his voice.] You're the only guy I know who can be sweet while he's being a jerk.

[The stalking delivery of his limerick earlier is a perfect illustration. Steve couldn't ask for better. In spite of everything they've been through and everything that's hanging over their heads, he feels content right now. Happy.

That's Bucky's fault.

Once the pancakes are packaged and ingredients are put away, Steve is drawn into his friend's touch like there's a magnet pulling him in. Wouldn't matter if it was more aggressive; Steve's not scared of him and he'd come in close willingly. Still, the softness is nice.

When they were younger, that gentleness would have been offputting. Steve never wanted to be coddled then, wanted to be seen as strong and masculine and a force to be reckoned with. Now, he wishes he hadn't taken tenderness and care for granted for so many years. Now, gentleness makes him melt inside.

His arms go around Bucky's waist tentatively.] You want to stay here or go sit on the couch?