[ the affection is welcome and thomas melts into it a little even as his muscles begin to protest the unusual position, the way he's folded himself over bucky's body. it doesn't matter, not right now —bucky is warm, trembling a little and pressing close, and thomas finds he doesn't want to draw away yet.
he hums out a soft mh, confirmation, before he replies properly: ] Quite.
[ he cards the fingers of one hand through bucky's hair, lazily, slowly. ] Yourself?
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he hums out a soft mh, confirmation, before he replies properly: ] Quite.
[ he cards the fingers of one hand through bucky's hair, lazily, slowly. ] Yourself?