Merci buckets / Hawkguy
The realization that he was in a pretty fucking incredible relationship, they were living together, and it was still the most amazing thing ever was kind of jaw dropping. Bucky hadn't done anything to mess it up and weirdly enough he wasn't even afraid that he would. That last part, that was really what made all the difference in the world. Instead of worrying what he was going to do to mess up their life together he was instead excited about whatever the hell they were going to get into at any given moment.
"It is stupid," he said, and mimicked him in that he finished off his drink a little faster than he should've. Yep. He felt that go right up to his head. After setting the empty glass down he smirked. But it is real. "I'm not good at it yet." He did the motions with his arms and hips, moving them side to side in opposite directions, gradually getting faster. "If I'm not careful I might break a hip either from hitting it with my fist or from old age, whichever happens first." He laughed. Try it. Both arms.