[ His eyes are wider on Bucky after he's moved closer, but it's— hope, if Bucky's able to recognize it, and a certain amount of looking him over while he has the chance, like he's trying to make up for a few weeks (months) of not being able to see for himself that Bucky's okay — but none of it is fear, no matter Bucky's warning. That's already as good as forgotten. ]
Used to. Everybody gets cold up here, though.
[ He doesn't know what he's looking for exactly. Some evidence that he really is okay, maybe, that Steve did the right thing. It delays his removal of Bucky's jacket, at least, one arm freed and the other holding the rest on him by an absent grip on the lapel, because god knows the width of his shoulder isn't doing the job. After a few moments he looks down at it, brow furrowed thoughtfully before he pushes his arm through the too-long sleeve and again shrugs it onto his shoulder. ]
Come down with me. Then I can give it back to you and neither of us has to be cold, Buck.
[ It's calculated, but in the way Steve calculates: clearly laid out, the sequence of events apparent and prioritized. ]
still using this journal bc at least it has some usable icons oops
Used to. Everybody gets cold up here, though.
[ He doesn't know what he's looking for exactly. Some evidence that he really is okay, maybe, that Steve did the right thing. It delays his removal of Bucky's jacket, at least, one arm freed and the other holding the rest on him by an absent grip on the lapel, because god knows the width of his shoulder isn't doing the job. After a few moments he looks down at it, brow furrowed thoughtfully before he pushes his arm through the too-long sleeve and again shrugs it onto his shoulder. ]
Come down with me. Then I can give it back to you and neither of us has to be cold, Buck.
[ It's calculated, but in the way Steve calculates: clearly laid out, the sequence of events apparent and prioritized. ]