Bucky can't ever imagine being so positive anymore, which is likely the core of the problem. He tries, and sometimes he even succeeds, but overall, a shadow seems to hang over most of his thoughts, especially as they relate to Steve. It's hard not to think he must be the problem, with Steve being fine with everything. But if he is, would Steve even care?
Smiling gently with some relief, Bucky sighs faintly as he answers, "Thanks. Sorry for the delay. Hit some traffic." He's usually not that far out, so his shorter estimate was a tad too generous.
"How was your day?" he asks, as if he wasn't completely unreachable for the last several hours.
"Oh, pretty good. I reorganized the pantry. Did you know we had a sourdough starter back there? It definitely died, so I cleaned out the jar. And the crackers are stale so I think I'll make them into breadcrumbs."
Bucky likely doesn't care about the random goings-on in their kitchen, but that was what Steve did with his day.
"Do you. Want to talk about yours?" Sometimes even that's touchy. But Steve sits down and opens the pizza boxes, grabbing himself a slice and sitting down on the couch to eat it.
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k! hope it goes smoothly for you c:
Smiling gently with some relief, Bucky sighs faintly as he answers, "Thanks. Sorry for the delay. Hit some traffic." He's usually not that far out, so his shorter estimate was a tad too generous.
"How was your day?" he asks, as if he wasn't completely unreachable for the last several hours.
you too <3
Bucky likely doesn't care about the random goings-on in their kitchen, but that was what Steve did with his day.
"Do you. Want to talk about yours?" Sometimes even that's touchy. But Steve sits down and opens the pizza boxes, grabbing himself a slice and sitting down on the couch to eat it.