I suppose I was convinced that -- balancing was... [Well. Easy enough. Clearly not. It's barely a breath when he trails off, not thinking it an important thought to voice entirely. The gist of it is there, he just made the mistake of assuming he was good at the act by now. And maybe he is when it comes to one person, but it's unknowingly something of an ironically echoing response, while there's something to be said of the difference between holding back with your childhood best friend where it's "never" gonna go there, and... this.
This, that's become impossibly unavoidable and important to him nevertheless. He can't stop either.
So he leans his back further against Bucky's chest slowly, truthfully wanting nothing but to kiss him, to rectify exactly that mistake, but. at the same time, he has a feeling they wouldn't have much thought for words again once that happens. And they need words at least a little, don't they? He wonders if he held him this way for exactly that reason, for how easy it would be to get distracted were Art facing him.]
Bucky... [It's a bit of a helpless feeling, that would be funny if he could just. know what he was doing.] I want to. We-- Not... only the easy fix, though.