[His laugh is light, amused, but he follows Art without any further remarks, smiling a little at their entwined fingers, though that passes without a comment, either.
When Art finally judges their surroundings to be private enough to stop walking, Bucky nods to his question-- yes? no? maybe both, really, as his immediate response is to lift their hands, moving it so his cups the back of Art's, so he can place the box of chocolates on his palm.]
I want you to have this. [Before letting go of the box, though, he murmurs, quiet and speculative:] Do you think it'll count as one... or separately? [Truthfully, he doesn't really mind, but maybe it's deliberate enough, to say it aloud as he lets go of it. Here, darling, all the delicious chocolates are all yours now.]