Bucky/Steve - Christmas morning
"I sorta remember the cannolis but not what they tasted like." Bucky shrugged. It was a think that happened a lot. He wasn't as good at remembering how food tasted. He did have a memory of Steve with white on his lips and licking it off. But that, was probably not what he should mention here. He liked watching Steve eat his cannolies.
Bucky tipped his head to the side to lay it on Steve's shoulder. It was taking too many liberties, but they'd been close like this before. For the moment, Bucky wanted that kind of comfort. "Thank you. It means a lot to me. Do you have your old sketchbooks, the ones from Brooklyn? I remember you drawing in them, but not a lot of what the drawings themselves were."