No, they hadn't really had any kind of official talks, hadn't put a name to things -- they'd simply fallen together and decided to stay that way because why wouldn't they? Clint felt lighter than he had in years when Bucky was around. Not like love was some kind of magical fix and mood stabilizer or anything, but that didn't mean it didn't help.
"It's a good motto to live by," he agreed, waggling his eyebrows like the absolute dork he was. But, yeah. He felt pretty glad that Bucky was about his little gifted mug, even if it wasn't much. Hell, it was practically regifting since he had it already. It just seemed like a cool thing to do.
"Ooh?" he asked, leaning forward in curiosity as Bucky pulled a chain from around his neck -- and oh. Was that his heart in his throat just now? Clint was pretty sure it was. Because he'd recognize the shape of dog tags anywhere, and he got it. It was one a big gesture for such little, thin bits of metal. "Back in your day, huh?" He asked, tone a little thick even as he inspected the information and the slight shine of the metal. "Well. Still seems pretty swell to me," he decided, and it seemed like a little bit of a lackluster response for all the big feelings he was having, so his hands moved too, the chain swishing around with him. I love it. You. And yeah, he didn't have to wear them, but he pulled the chain over his head anyway because he wanted to.