[ it's not the worst. Bucky's had worse days, even worse nights, but progress has been a steady thing and with Sam's neverending support, he's managed his recovery - and his temper - a lot better lately. but there are still incidents, like the previous night, and though it really wasn't as bad as it could've been, Bucky doesn't want Sam fretting or getting upset over his (for lack of a better word,) bar tantrums.
this is much better. Sam smiling, Sam leaning against him, Sam nuzzling and kissing him. much better than Sam rolling his eyes, Sam scolding him, Sam cutting him off from pancakes until he smartens up. ]
I'd say so. [ Bucky keeps his eyes closed for the time being, as if he was perfectly content with life in that moment. which, he was. his right hand slips under the material of Sam's shirt to rest on his waist, slowly brushing his thumb across his hip as he listens to breakfast cooking. ] They forgot the whipped cream on yours, though. I didn't notice 'til I got here.
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this is much better. Sam smiling, Sam leaning against him, Sam nuzzling and kissing him. much better than Sam rolling his eyes, Sam scolding him, Sam cutting him off from pancakes until he smartens up. ]
I'd say so. [ Bucky keeps his eyes closed for the time being, as if he was perfectly content with life in that moment. which, he was. his right hand slips under the material of Sam's shirt to rest on his waist, slowly brushing his thumb across his hip as he listens to breakfast cooking. ] They forgot the whipped cream on yours, though. I didn't notice 'til I got here.