Re: Bucky/Steve - Christmas morning
Automatically, Steve moved to sit beside him, sliding some of the sketchbooks off of the table and settling them in his lap (they were comforting, in their own way) even as he scooted close to the other man.
"Well," he said, a little awkward. "I shouldn't smell different, really." Beyond soap and all the rest. He was still him. "You remembered things because of the way I smell?"