[ Steve could set his watch by him, and often does, aware that Bucky has never been home this late before without calling ahead first. See, Steve's not usually the most paranoid sucker in the bunch of 'em, but he knows enough to be aware that something's off. He has been looking just a touch peaky recently, and Steve's noticed the budding effects of Bucky's symptoms, mild as they were.
Steve rises from the couch by the door when Bucky comes home, swiftly moving towards him when he hears that voice, just a touch more raw than when he'd gone out this morning -- the startling pallor and the way he seems to stumble. Oh, no. No. He steps towards Bucky and helps keep him braced, taking the bag from him with a twinge of guilt. No, he shouldn't have sent him out on errands today; he should have known better.
Pressing the back of his hand to Bucky's forehead, his brows knit. ] Buck, you're burning up.
[ He doesn't keep the worry from his voice, and he brushes his hair from his forehead, kissing his cheek lightly. ] C'mon. [ He might be much smaller, but he's tougher than he looks -- all the people in his neighborhood know that, even the brutes. He helps Bucky towards the couch, before crouching down to pull his shoes and socks from his feet. By now his lover looks so dangerously pale that it's shocking, and he shakes his head. ] Why didn't you ask me to come and pick you up?
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Steve rises from the couch by the door when Bucky comes home, swiftly moving towards him when he hears that voice, just a touch more raw than when he'd gone out this morning -- the startling pallor and the way he seems to stumble. Oh, no. No. He steps towards Bucky and helps keep him braced, taking the bag from him with a twinge of guilt. No, he shouldn't have sent him out on errands today; he should have known better.
Pressing the back of his hand to Bucky's forehead, his brows knit. ] Buck, you're burning up.
[ He doesn't keep the worry from his voice, and he brushes his hair from his forehead, kissing his cheek lightly. ] C'mon. [ He might be much smaller, but he's tougher than he looks -- all the people in his neighborhood know that, even the brutes. He helps Bucky towards the couch, before crouching down to pull his shoes and socks from his feet. By now his lover looks so dangerously pale that it's shocking, and he shakes his head. ] Why didn't you ask me to come and pick you up?