“You feelin’ like a hamster on a wheel or somethin’?” he perks a brow at him from across him.

That’s something that’s different between them now. Bucky is perfectly content to take it slow. There’s no time table or itinerary to keep, they can go at any pace they want. But he gets it. The traffic really was awful.

“Where do you wanna go? I’ll follow you anywhere,” he reaches over with a socked foot and kicks Steve’s under the table. “you know that.”