[ Steve sets the bowl aside when Bucky's done, pleased at least that he's finished everything. Snuggling up to him, pressing against the broad expanse of that chest and watching the way Bucky's lips are so soft and loving on his fingers, he smiles faintly. ]

It's your night. What would you like to watch?

[ He reaches for the remote with his free hand, happy to adopt Bucky as his little spoon. ] Fantasy, science fiction? We haven't watched the latest season of Game of Thrones yet.