[For a moment, Bucky wonders if Sam will break the contact; Bucky's never been allowed to do such a thing in the past. But here and now in the bar, it feels right and the smile on Sam's face says it's okay, too. Once again, Bucky finds himself staring, unable to pull himself out of the gravity of Sam's glow.
Tapping the side of his glass, Bucky answers,] (This one.)
[It's bright and refreshing without overloading on sweetness or the burn.]
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Tapping the side of his glass, Bucky answers,] ( This one. )
[It's bright and refreshing without overloading on sweetness or the burn.]