[The statement makes him laugh a little more, and he squeezes their joined hands happily. It's a bit silly perhaps, a dance lesson in Bucky's kitchen, but that hardly matters. What matters is that they're being silly together, that Steve's smiling and clearly glad to be here.
He's lighter like this, happier. Bucky adores it to no end.]
Close your eyes? [It's a quiet little thing, a request instead of a statement. Steve's still a little bit stiff and that's half his problem; Bucky thinks a large part of the other half is Steve not actually believing that he can dance.] Stop trying; just close your eyes and feel how I move. Move with me.
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He's lighter like this, happier. Bucky adores it to no end.]
Close your eyes? [It's a quiet little thing, a request instead of a statement. Steve's still a little bit stiff and that's half his problem; Bucky thinks a large part of the other half is Steve not actually believing that he can dance.] Stop trying; just close your eyes and feel how I move. Move with me.