Re: Bucky/Steve - Christmas morning
Steve nodded at the memory. It'd been a good little shop with a lot of fresh items. "We used to go over there, turn in nickels and pennies for their cannolis and just sit out on the curb with stacks of the things on wax paper," he said fondly, thinking of how they'd both oohed and aahed over the rich filling and crunchy shells. Steve'd made himself sick on them more than once, but had considered it worth it.
"I'll draw 'em, Buck. You don't even need to ask. It's not too much." He knew he shouldn't, but he leaned in closer anyway until their shoulders were pressed together. He could give this kind of comfort, still. "Not a problem at all."