[ The mind forgets, but the body remembers. They move in perfect synchronicity, as if they were tailor-made for each other's every movement, instinct written into his DNA. Even when he had been a killing machine he knew Steve's moves like his own; their fights had been a fluid, brutal dance, a dialogue that on hindsight should have been its own warning sign that he knew this man and had once loved him like he had been the other half of his soul.
He senses Steve's turmoil, the pain that he tries so hard to keep under wraps that makes Bucky's mouth dry. In such close proximity, he's more aware of Steve than he ever is, some vague impressions becoming clearly, filling in spaces. They were inseparable before; the exhibit was right.
He doesn't have the heart to tell him that this birthday doesn't matter to him personally -- that he comes to find more importance in what Steve takes out of it; and that is what Steve will have. And so instead, he asks quietly, ever aware of the proverbial elephant in the room. ]
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He senses Steve's turmoil, the pain that he tries so hard to keep under wraps that makes Bucky's mouth dry. In such close proximity, he's more aware of Steve than he ever is, some vague impressions becoming clearly, filling in spaces. They were inseparable before; the exhibit was right.
He doesn't have the heart to tell him that this birthday doesn't matter to him personally -- that he comes to find more importance in what Steve takes out of it; and that is what Steve will have. And so instead, he asks quietly, ever aware of the proverbial elephant in the room. ]
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