Steve's looked before but those were quick, furtive glances where he was too busy concentrating on not getting caught. This time he can and is actually invited to look his fill. And Bucky looks good, even for someone who's been on wartime rations for too long. His gaze is drawn towards the place where Bucky's hand had been previously and he swallows hard, face not losing one iota of the reddish hue it's gained since entering the tent.

At Bucky's urging, he was taking the few steps into the tent, belatedly reminded to fasten it tightly from the inside so no one could interrupt them. He stumbled on the last step to the cot before regaining his balance and sitting heavily down on edge of Bucky's cot.

"I'm here...tell me what to do."