And that's the moment that Steve loses it. Strong arms wind around Bucky and Steve clings to him. He doesn't care in that moment about food or sleep or anything except Bucky. His best friend. His port in the storm. Bucky had been there for everything. After the funeral. When he was sick. Words could not ever describe how he felt about Bucky, not to anyone.
Burying his face in Bucky's neck, he knows that he doesn't want to be anywhere else. He knows that he can't take the man with him, but he doesn't want Bucky to be stuck at home waiting for him either. That's not fair to Bucky. A shiver runs through him and he thinks of the war, all the people back home, waiting for soldiers that never returned.
He didn't want to do that to Bucky.
"You are my home," he tried to say, muffled against Bucky's neck. "Doesn't matter where."
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And that's the moment that Steve loses it. Strong arms wind around Bucky and Steve clings to him. He doesn't care in that moment about food or sleep or anything except Bucky. His best friend. His port in the storm. Bucky had been there for everything. After the funeral. When he was sick. Words could not ever describe how he felt about Bucky, not to anyone.
Burying his face in Bucky's neck, he knows that he doesn't want to be anywhere else. He knows that he can't take the man with him, but he doesn't want Bucky to be stuck at home waiting for him either. That's not fair to Bucky. A shiver runs through him and he thinks of the war, all the people back home, waiting for soldiers that never returned.
He didn't want to do that to Bucky.
"You are my home," he tried to say, muffled against Bucky's neck. "Doesn't matter where."