Bucky watches you as you lounge on the couch in his small apartment.
You're wearing comfortable house clothes - a faint ketchup stain on the shirt you're wearing - from the fries you both had made together, earlier today.
But... it doesn't matter if you're in your most comfortable, less than extravagant and elegant clothes, or if you're dressed to the nines..
You're you.
And, God --
He adores you.
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