Steve was the kind of person who really listened. He wasn't just sitting around, waiting for his chance to jump into the conversation. He was genuinely interested in and concerned about what everyone--Bucky especially--had to say. So his eyes stayed on the other man's face, his mouth closed. He nodded.

"Slow. I can do slow." Steve's heart was thundering. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around his old friend, to grab his head and force their foreheads together. He'd missed Bucky more than almost everyone else. Heck, at times he'd missed Bucky more than Peggy.

"They keep telling me we're stuck here, so... we've got all the time in the world, Bucky." Steve turned to walk to the restaurant, taking his time so Bucky could fall into step with him.