Bucky/Steve - Christmas morning
"Oh." Bucky's heart constricted in pain again, now, almost eighty years later probably. That's why it hurt then. That's how Steve saw it. Ah. So that made a lot of sense. He'd known Steve wasn't like that, he'd said that about him almost reflexively here. But he'd not been sure what was going on in his specific memories of them together.
Bucky had cared about him, had loved Steve, but he'd not told him because Steve hadn't felt the same way. He'd probably thought it was some type of pity bullshit or messing around like he said, nothing important. Well, it hurt like hell but it made it all clearer in Bucky's mind. Best to put it out for now. He rubbed his own face a moment, tilting forward so his hair fell to hide it a moment before sitting up straight again. Mask was back firmly in place then.
"Show me what your presents are?" He said, with false cheer.