"Not an option," Steve firmly shook his head. "Not now. Not ever. You're not taking yourself out for any reason."
Steve's hand finally let go of Bucky's as they neared their door. Just long enough to unlock it, he originally thought. But once they were inside, Steve caught himself reaching for Bucky once again and quickly withdrew. There wasn't any need to hold hands here. Out in public, it could pass as support. But here, behind closed doors, it was weird, right?
Well. Steve didn't think so. But what he wanted and what was socially acceptable between friends was two different things entirely.
He briefly dipped his head into the bathroom. That sink had still been acting up. A loose bolt wasn't the issue. Steve was convinced it was one of the ghosts messing with them. He had contemplated trying to switch rooms. But the ghost would just follow them wherever they went, wouldn't it? Either way, it was the most annoying problem he'd had to deal with since arriving at the hotel. Other than awkwardly having to look at the floor whenever Bucky was undressing, of course.
"I'd offer to put on a movie for you, but I don't think it would be distracting enough. But I have been hiding a bottle of whiskey under my bed for this very occasion, if you're interested."