[There's a slight twitch to his lips at the question, even if he's silently marveling at the way Bucky seems so genuine with his insistence. He's not a nightmare. He even seems to be a source of comfort.
It's an amazing thing, really.]
I am not going to kill you. [He doesn't ask the question in return. He knows James won't, but in the end, it also doesn't matter. If anyone were to kill him, he'd rather it be this man, he supposes.
His fingers brush over the line of Bucky's jaw lightly, appreciating the stubble there.]
We are in quite a mess. [And even when the rational, logical side of him tells him he should end this, he knows it's too late to avoid the heartache when it's over anyway.]
It's very rude tbh!
It's an amazing thing, really.]
I am not going to kill you. [He doesn't ask the question in return. He knows James won't, but in the end, it also doesn't matter. If anyone were to kill him, he'd rather it be this man, he supposes.
His fingers brush over the line of Bucky's jaw lightly, appreciating the stubble there.]
We are in quite a mess. [And even when the rational, logical side of him tells him he should end this, he knows it's too late to avoid the heartache when it's over anyway.]