For a guy to look the way that Bucky does to love someone for being a little shit, skinny and twisted, has to be some sort of statement to the fact that all of humanity is not as terrible as most people would think.

Steve isn't surprised to hear the sentiment coming from Bucky's mouth but hearing it alone is enough to lead him to smiles.

"Guess I can't fault you for having no taste. Not everyone can pull off a color palette that consists of more than just gray scales." All Steve wants to do is lean in and kiss Bucky again, but considering how bad of an idea that will be, he stands up somewhat reluctantly and offers the other man his hand.

"Speaking of... Want to come in and steal some clothing with me? I can't meet royalty in tatters."