[Bucky smirks at Sam's response, quietly grateful that Sam allows him to side-step the emotions prickling at his eyes. Jibbing and teasing is something he can handle, especially in comparison to listening too hard to the thrumming of his heart. The pitcher in question arrives with two glasses and Bucky finishes his current drink before pouring a new glass.
The pleasant humming in in his veins returns as he sips on his new beverage.]
it's ok!
The pleasant humming in in his veins returns as he sips on his new beverage.]
( You saying I can't? )