He's laying with his head on Steve's thigh, a content expression on his face. He's lazy and tired and not in the mood to move at all.
And he knows he can do this, exist peaceful near Steve and not be judged. It feels good, comfortable and reassuring.
Steve's hand drops into his hair every now and again and Bucky practically purrs. He feels like he's loved, like everything is right with the world, at least for a few minutes.
He knows it won't last, it never lasts. Something will rear it's head and go south and make everything crumble but for now he's happy to simply exist which is not something he often finds himself thinking.
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Date: 2014-10-14 07:00 am (UTC)And he knows he can do this, exist peaceful near Steve and not be judged. It feels good, comfortable and reassuring.
Steve's hand drops into his hair every now and again and Bucky practically purrs. He feels like he's loved, like everything is right with the world, at least for a few minutes.
He knows it won't last, it never lasts. Something will rear it's head and go south and make everything crumble but for now he's happy to simply exist which is not something he often finds himself thinking.