“You’re not.” But he is. Steve is just s gentleman. He’d almost given up on Bucky, cheese fries taking on a look very similar to the way the cheese on the wrapper had the night before. He’s got his pencils out and he’s working on nothing in particular, shading in a foot whose toes have all been purposefully over extended and spread out, mostly curled. The pose had been difficult for the subject to maintain but Steve likes a challenge and his memory is one of his best qualities. He doesn’t need her to be present to finish the work from earlier.

The smile on his face fades as Bucky’s gloom cloud looms. He tries to get it back again but it refuses to listen to him and so he props his chin in his hand and uses the top of his pencil to nudge over the triangle-shaped box where their pizza slices have been stacked.

“Sounds like you’re having as good a day as I am,” he says, which is hardly true. Bucky’s is likely so much worse. “Finally my turn to be the subject tomorrow. I can’t sit still for too long and my spine is going to be a nightmare for these guys to draw.”

He’s embarrassed by his body. It does the best it can for him but it’s still stunted. Thank God he doesn’t have a crush on anyone in class. He’d be mortified.