Re: Bucky/Steve - Christmas morning
Steve ducked his head down at the compliment, smiling at just how warm words like that made him feel. Which, after this newest rejection wasn't honestly something he should have wanted, but there it was. Steve was -- well. A bit of a glutton. He always had been.
"Yeah," he agreed, touching his fingers over the page, too, like feeling the soft grain of the paper might take them back there. "We used to go up there a lot. Eat lunches and read and just watch stuff down on the street." Steve had liked to draw up there. "I went and -- you know. Looked at it again. After I woke up." His memory was never vague or fuzzy, he remembered things almost exactly, always, but -- looking had helped, somehow.