That's... [He's only interrupted between words by each kiss, by his own sounds and responses to Bucky, hardly about to complain on any of it.] That's fine.
[His heart was incredibly telling as well, to the brush of his hand when it paused there -- maybe because it was him, and because it's a reminder for Art too. One that's all too telling in beating so fast, shouting that he's alive.
Yes. He's here, he's fine. They both...
... He lets out a soft breath close to his lips that's almost a laugh, though he can't fully laugh about any of this quite yet, just repeating much softer.] That's just fine by me.