Merci buckets / Hawkguy
Bucky initially had worried a little about messing it all up. It wasn't like he had the best track record in relationships and he knew Clint's history was kind of problematic too. But he also was trying to just.. not let that get in the way. This was the best. What they had was too precious for him to let it fall apart because he got in his own way, and he definitely wasn't going to let that happen to Clint, either.
"Must be the old age. Memory is starting to go because I definitely don't remember you ever saying that," he said. He kept going with it, too. Both arms, hips, yes, sort of. "They don't have any milk at this party, so I guess booze will have to do." He stopped flossing long enough to take one of Clint's hands and tug him closer. "What's a fella gotta do to get you to dance out there with him?"