[ He doesn't mean for it to come off that way, he's just- shocked. A little shocked. It's still extremely hard for him to accept compliments, and that was a whole lot of them all at once.
He's melting down a little too. But he reels it in, because John is starting to look like he thinks he misspoke, and Bucky doesn't want that. Not at all. ]
I didn't know you then. I didn't- I couldn't. I was grieving and everything felt fucked up. But I know you now- and I'm real glad that I do. I'm- uh. Really glad that you told me all'a that too.
[ bucky mentions grief and he steps forward almost instinctively. because he knows grief and he knows how it sits in his chest and even though this all in the past and they were different people john still wants to offer comfort.
he stops himself from moving further though. there is still an awkward tension between them and bucky is still talking and john should be listening. oh fuck, what did he say? wait, what? did he just-- ] You are? I mean, yeah, I know you are because of... [ john gestures vaguely, like everything they went through is somewhere between them. ] But... you are? You want to?
[ he's not really making a ton of sense because the words just... don't seem to be clicking but john is still excited by them. by the hope they're true and they have to be because bucky isn't like that.
john steps closer and he's tentative about the way he reaches for bucky. he doesn't know where to put his hands despite having done this before. but touch is how john speaks, it's how he knows not to fuck up. he places a hand on bucky's waist and the other at his neck; slow, purposeful and gentle, giving bucky time to move. ]
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He's melting down a little too. But he reels it in, because John is starting to look like he thinks he misspoke, and Bucky doesn't want that. Not at all. ]
I didn't know you then. I didn't- I couldn't. I was grieving and everything felt fucked up. But I know you now- and I'm real glad that I do. I'm- uh. Really glad that you told me all'a that too.
So. Do you wanna go out? On a date?
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he stops himself from moving further though. there is still an awkward tension between them and bucky is still talking and john should be listening. oh fuck, what did he say? wait, what? did he just-- ] You are? I mean, yeah, I know you are because of... [ john gestures vaguely, like everything they went through is somewhere between them. ] But... you are? You want to?
[ he's not really making a ton of sense because the words just... don't seem to be clicking but john is still excited by them. by the hope they're true and they have to be because bucky isn't like that.
john steps closer and he's tentative about the way he reaches for bucky. he doesn't know where to put his hands despite having done this before. but touch is how john speaks, it's how he knows not to fuck up. he places a hand on bucky's waist and the other at his neck; slow, purposeful and gentle, giving bucky time to move. ]
Yeah, I do.