It’s probably stupid to feel comfortable enough to want to sleep right now, but Steve feels like he really could just drop off comfortably and drool on Bucky’s shoulder if the conversation hadn’t been so heavy. But it is heavy and Steve is feeling sick to his stomach despite the delicious smell of food from his half eaten burger calling him back for more.

“Why do you keep insisting you could win in a fight against me? Unless the army gave you a titanium skeleton and laser vision, there’s no way you’d be able to kick his ass.” And this is coming from the guy that used to sit on Bucky’s back as he did push ups for added resistance.

This whole thing is turning a little too much into a snuggle fest and so Steve extracts himself from under Bucky’s arm and turns so that his back is supported against the poorly padded arm of the couch. He stretches his legs across the cushions to press his socked feet against Bucky’s leg. Hopefully that’s not too much of an intrusion. He just needs to touch him, as right or wrong as that might be.

Bucky can tell him otherwise if it’s too much.