[ Half a bagel the entire day? That's not food. Steve is gentle when he cleans him up, lets the cold towel help dissipate the heat. He shifts close, unafraid of his cold; so what if he gets infected? It doesn't matter when Bucky's gotten sick from time to time on his account -- this would at least even the odds just a little more. Bucky's always been the one who brought home more money, and Steve works hard at making this a good home for him to come back to, filled with warmth and love and the smell of cooking food.
He makes a soft noise of disapproval, cupping his face briefly, long, elegant fingers brushing along the strong line of his jaw. Even now, Bucky's trying to be strong for him, and he shakes his head, quietly charmed, quietly determined. ]
You're lucky I made chicken noodle soup tonight. [ He'd spent hours on it, intent on getting it just right. He fondly brushes his fingers through Bucky's hair, protective and warm ] I'm gonna feed you and you're gonna like it. Yes?
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He makes a soft noise of disapproval, cupping his face briefly, long, elegant fingers brushing along the strong line of his jaw. Even now, Bucky's trying to be strong for him, and he shakes his head, quietly charmed, quietly determined. ]
You're lucky I made chicken noodle soup tonight. [ He'd spent hours on it, intent on getting it just right. He fondly brushes his fingers through Bucky's hair, protective and warm ] I'm gonna feed you and you're gonna like it. Yes?