[ Steve's gentle with it, that's what's struck Bucky all throughout this, and he feels tired and frayed and caught up in his own emotions. Kissing Steve feels right, somehow, and he's not drunk enough to be able to deal with that, eyes closed, face tipped towards him.

When they part, Bucky lets out a breath, the cold air billowing in steam. ] Jesus, let's get you home before you end up kissing me stupid. How the dame's don't flock to you I'll never know.

[ Nudging him. ]