( one brow arches slightly. and if his eyes follow the sweep of bucky's hand, down his body and back up, it's completely involuntary.
he's still smiling as he raises his mug to his mouth. while there is something nostalgic about the smell of mediocre coffee, the kind that was only as good as you could find when you were scraping for pennies in the thirties or fighting in europe in the forties, he appreciates what he gets now. the warm, full-bodied smell, the bitter that's not too bitter as it hits his tongue. )
No, ( he says as he sets his mug back down, ) that's just right. Thanks.
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he's still smiling as he raises his mug to his mouth. while there is something nostalgic about the smell of mediocre coffee, the kind that was only as good as you could find when you were scraping for pennies in the thirties or fighting in europe in the forties, he appreciates what he gets now. the warm, full-bodied smell, the bitter that's not too bitter as it hits his tongue. )
No, ( he says as he sets his mug back down, ) that's just right. Thanks.