lost boy

A sharp knock on the doors forces Steve to get out of his blanket cocoon and stand up. He sighs, running a hand through his hair, then straightens out his tee as he goes to open.

“Hey,” Bucky smiles, leaning against the door frame. His hair is messy from the wind, his cheeks and nose flushed from the cold. His eyes crinkle, though, and the corners of Steve’s lips lift up involuntarily. The blonde steps aside, letting Bucky come in and take off his outwear.

“Want somethin’ hot?” Steve asks, padding down to the kitchen. It’s Friday noon, so Sarah is still at work. Steve’s already got plans for dinner to surprise his Ma, and, if he secretly hopes Bucky’ll stay, so what.

They’ve been spending a lot of time together this week, Bucky and Steve. Bucky’s even met Sarah, to his delight. Steve is still mostly bedridden, unable to go out and enjoy the winter break. However, Bucky’s proved to be a great company—he’s been visiting Steve ever since he came back to New York, often staying all day at Rogers’ apartment, waiting for Sarah to come home from work so Steve wouldn’t be alone. Natasha and Clint came by too, same as Sam and Sharon. Bucky, though, he’s been with Steve all week, making sure the blonde isn’t bored. They’ve played board games, watched movies, talked about everything and nothing, sometimes even sat in a comfortable silence together. Steve sketched Bucky more often than he’d like to admit, as during their time together he had so many opportunities he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t take them. His entire sketchbook is now filled with Bucky—his hands, hair, easy smiles, crinkling eyes, drawn eyebrows. Steve is fascinated with Bucky, not only his easy-going persona, but also his body, which, mind you, is new for him. Steve’d often catch himself staring at Bucky’s biceps, his big hands, or plump lips. More often than not, Bucky’d catch him, and arch an eyebrow, asking Steve the silent question. Steve just shook his head, then, pretending he was lost in his head, which, to be honest, wasn’t so far away from the truth. Ever since Bucky appeared on his doorstep on Monday and told Steve the truth about why he ran, Steve couldn’t stop thinking about him. He knew he had feelings for Bucky even before that, but now… Now, the words wanted to be said out loud. And it’s not something Steve’s ready for. So, every time Bucky laughed, blushed, or said something so unbearably Bucky, instead of running his mouth, Steve would go inside his head, letting the scenarios where he and Bucky are together envelop him. It’s better than the harsh reality, he thinks. They’re as close as possible now, texting or calling every time they’re not together.

Yesterday, Steve almost made the same mistake as all those weeks ago, his sleepy mind too late to catch up with what he was doing. They were watching a movie, Napoleon Dynamite, one of Steve’s favorites to which he’d never admit, and the blonde fell asleep on Bucky’s shoulder. When he woke up, the lights were off, the only source of light coming from the outside. There was music playing quietly from Bucky’s phone, and he was tapping his fingers on his left thigh, his head leaned back and his eyes half-closed. Steve lifted his head from Bucky’s shoulder, realizing his right arm was hugging the other man, his legs thrown over Bucky’s lap. Bucky looked down at him, then, a soft smile curling at the corners of his lips. Steve looked into the brunet’s eyes, even though they were blurry as Bucky must’ve taken his glasses off. Bucky bit his lower lip, and Steve’s eyes traveled down, following Bucky’s tongue as he licked his lips. Bucky run his free hand through Steve’s hair, then, and the blonde tipped his head up, leaving inches between them. Bucky kept stroking his hair, though he didn’t move. Steve ran his tongue over his lower lip and inched closer. That’s when his brain finally went back online, and he immediately backed away, taking his arm and legs off of Bucky. He cleared his throat, and reached for his glasses, which were on the coffee table, busying himself with cleaning them with the hem of his plaid shirt. He promptly stood up, making an excuse and went to the bathroom. When he got back, Bucky didn’t say anything, so Steve stayed clear of this subject, too.

“What you’ve got?” Bucky asks, entering the kitchen after Steve.

“Coffee, tea. Cocoa, if you feel like it,” Steve rummages through the cupboard, then turns around when Bucky doesn’t say anything. “What do ya—” Steve stops, mid-sentence, looking at Bucky with his jaw hanging wide open. The brunet’s seated on one of the stools, one of his legs resting against the other stool, bent in the knee. He smirks, the bastard, his right hand playing with his hair. Steve’s mind takes a minute to regroup, and then he remembers the movie they’ve seen earlier this week. “Mr. Barnes, you’re trying to seduce me,” Steve says, his face dead serious, as Bucky chuckles. “Aren’t you?” He keeps up, lifting an eyebrow.

“And here I was, thinkin’ you didn’t pay attention,” Bucky laughs, his head shaking.

“Excuse me, this movie is great,” Steve huffs, putting the coffee pot on. He knows Bucky well enough by now to know that’s what the brunet likes best.

“Excuse you, you fell asleep like three times on me already,” Bucky cocks his eyebrow, looking at Steve pointedly.

“Okay, rude,” Steve juts out his jaw, leaning back against the counter, his front to Bucky.

“Now why’s that?”

“First of all, I just got out of the hospital—”

“A week ago,” Bucky mumbles, but Steve pays him no mind as he continues. “And second of all, those movies were so goddamn boring,” he whines, knowing it’ll get a raise out of the brunet.

And he’s not wrong. Bucky takes a deep breath, his eyes widening. “Boring? Did you just—Fucking boring?” He blinks, disbelieving, and Steve has a hard time not to laugh. “I’ll have you know that Taxi Driver is a cinematic masterpiece, and if you don’t understand it then there’s no help for ya. De Niro did not deliver that famous scene to be called boring!” Bucky crosses his arms, huffing. “‘Sides, I only wanted to watch All the President’s Men because it was about Watergate and you’re literally the biggest Nixon critic I know—”

Steve can’t hold it anymore and starts laughing. Bucky just looks at him, confused, blinking. “‘M sorry,” the blonde whizzes, putting up his palms. “They weren’t boring, Buck, I swear.”

“Then why… ?”

Steve shrugs. “Dunno,” he manages to say, still chuckling under his breath. Steve does know, though. He loves listening to Bucky talk about his favorite movies, something he learned about this week.

Every time they wanted to watch something, Steve insisted on Bucky picking the movie, as he knows all his favorite movies are, well, specific. And whenever that happened, Bucky would have such a hard time, telling Steve about the movies he liked, trying to not spoil too much of the plot. Whenever Steve looked at him skeptically, the brunet would rush with explanations to why this certain aspect is so great, and why the movie is one of his favorites.

So yeah, Steve knows exactly why he tried to get Bucky to talk about movies. It’s just, with this week coming to an end, and university starting again on Monday, Steve know him and Bucky won’t have too much time to just sit around and watch movies all day long. Steve’ll be going back to work, and between that, and classes, and all the new assignments, tests, quizzes, and paintings, they won’t have much time to hang out. So, Steve wants to cherish this little moments while he still can.

Bucky is still looking at him with his eyebrows furrowed and a scowl on his face. Steve sends him an apologetic smile, taking two cups out the cupboard and pouring coffee into them. “Wanna watch somethin'?” He asks tentatively, two mugs in his hands.

“You choose, smartass,” Bucky huffs, no heat behind his words, though, so Steve knows he’s not actually mad.

He motions his head for the brunet to follow him, and they move to the living room, then flop down on the couch. Steve places the cups on the coffee table and takes the remote, pulling up Netflix. He puts on Friends, as one can never go wrong with that. They still have a couple hours till Sarah’s back, so they lean back. Steve wraps himself back into his blanket, resting his head against the back of the couch and throwing his legs over Bucky. The man lifts an eyebrow, but doesn’t say anything, just gets comfortable, and throws his arm on the back of the couch. Steve rests his head against Bucky’s arm, then, and sighs happily, tuning into the episode that’s playing.

It’s “The One with the Ick Factor,” the end of season one, and they’re both giggling under their breaths as the all the friends are grilling Monica for dating Young Ethan. Steve looks at Bucky, his lips stretched in a soft smile, eyes crinkling. As the episode progresses, and Phoebe, Ross, and Joey make fun of the way Chandler speaks, Bucky bursts out laughing, saying along Ross “the hills are alive with the sound of music!” The man throws his head back, his chest shaking with laughter, and Steve can’t take his eyes off of him. The light streaming through the window falls softly on Bucky’s face, highlighting his cheekbones and chestnut hair. His eyes are half-closed, the eyelashes leaving a shadow on his face, and his lips are stretched in the most adorable smile. Bucky shakes his head slightly, running a hand through his hair, as his eyes focus back on the screen. He seems so relaxed and at ease, licking his lower lip as the corners of his mouth go up again.

Steve’s brain short circuits, his heart swelling with how strongly he feels for the man in front of him. The blonde lifts his head, his eyes still fixated on Bucky, and swallows down nervously, the urge irresistible. He can’t put it off anymore. Sure, he’s afraid he’ll lose Bucky’s friendship, but he has to try. Steve’s never felt that way about anyone before, and he wants to act on it, afraid he’ll regret it for the rest of his life. He puts his hand on the brunet’s shoulder, to have his attention.

“Can I kiss you?” Steve asks quietly, his eyes going from Bucky’s lips, to his eyes, and back down.

The brunet’s eyes widen in surprise, his mouth slightly agape. He blinks, then licks his lower lip, his eyes never leaving Steve’s.

“Yeah,” Bucky breathes, leaning down, and Steve doesn’t waste anymore time, closing the gap between them.

It’s tentative, at first; just a brush of lips, a gentle press. However, when Bucky leans back, Steve chases after him, using the hand he’s placed on Bucky’s cheek to keep him in place. He presses his lips to Bucky’s, feeling his heart thrumming in his throat. Then, Bucky licks and nips on Steve’s lower lip, and the blonde gives, opening his lips with a soft whine. The kiss stays tender and gentle, both of them exploring each other, uncertain. Bucky’s palm lands on Steve’s hip, and he brings the blonde even closer to himself. Bucky turns, pulling Steve flush to his chest, and taking his left hand off the couch to put it around the blonde’s waist. Steve’s free hand travels to Bucky’s hair, stroking it gently and tugging every now and then, when he needs to lean back to take a gasping breath. When Steve’s lungs start to rattle, they both lean back, for good this time, resting their foreheads against each other, Steve breathing raggedly, clearing his throat and feeling Bucky’s breath hot on his cheek. The brunet’s drawing soothing circles on the blonde’s back with his thumb, keeping his eyes closed as he slows his breath down.

“If I open my eyes, will you still be there?” Bucky murmurs quietly, his voice betraying how truly scared he is.

“Yeah, Buck. I ain’t goin’ nowhere,” Steve assures, his thumb stroking Bucky’s cheek. Steve opens his eyes just seconds before Bucky, and his heart skips a bit, seeing the icy blues so up close, so warm and gentle, crinkling at the corners. A lazy smile stretches on Bucky’s lips, as his eyes travel from Steve’s baby blues, to his lips and back.

“Hi,” Bucky mumbles, licking his lips.

Steve chuckles, shaking his head slightly. “Hi yourself,” he smiles, content. He knows they have to talk. He has to tell Bucky about his sexuality and what it means for their relationship, if there's ever to be one. But for now, he wants to stay just where he is. In Bucky’s arms, keeping their foreheads together, breathing the same air, and maybe stealing kisses from time to time.

*

Steve mashes the potatoes while Bucky sits on a stool and pours dressing over a salad. Sarah should be home in less than half an hour, but Steve started the dinner earlier, so now it’s almost ready. He puts the greens in the pan, then mixes the ingredients together, covering it with a lid to keep the meal warm. He turns the heat off and takes three plates out of the cupboard. Steve places them on the kitchen island, then reaches for forks and gets everything ready. Once it’s done, he sits on a stool next to Bucky, stealing a quick kiss first. He still can’t believe he’s allowed to do that now. He needs to call Sam, Peggy, and Sharon. He’d call Natasha and Clint as well, but he figures Bucky’ll beat him to it. Still, he thinks he’ll text them, as they’ve become friends over the past couple of weeks.

“Are we telling your mom?” Bucky asks, nudging Steve’s knee with his own, biting down on his lip subsequently. Steve raises an eyebrow, questioningly. He knows what Bucky’s asking, he just wants to hear it, wants to know it’s not only in his head. “About us, Stevie,” Bucky rolls his eyes, though Steve can tell he’s getting nervous.

“I—yeah. She’ll know the minute she looks at me, there’s no lyin’ to her,” Steve shrugs, though a small smile is playing on his lips.

He thinks about what to tell Sarah, exactly. It’s not like they’re boyfriends, they haven’t talked about it yet. All they did was kissing, and even though it was great and Steve sure as hell feels a certain way about Bucky, he doesn’t want to get his hopes up. He doesn’t want to lie to Bucky, and not telling the man about his sexuality would feel like it. Steve can’t pretend it’s not a problem—his past attempts at relationships taught him that much. If they are to tell Sarah about the new development in their relation, Steve has to come clean first. No matter how much it’s stressing him out. And he’s fucking terrified. He knows Bucky well enough to know it shouldn’t be a problem, but what he’s not sure of, is whether Bucky’ll want to date him. And sure, Steve’ll be happy just being friends with the brunet, but now, now that he knows what kissing Bucky feels like, Steve isn’t sure how he’ll cope without it.

“What’s on your mind?” Bucky reaches out and squeezes Steve’s arm, bringing the blonde back to the present.

“I just… Can—can we talk?” Steve hesitates, but knows he’ll have to do it sooner or later. His palms feel sweaty, and his pulse quickens.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky’s brows furrow, his voice tentative.

“Nothing’s wrong, it’s just…” Steve sighs, licking his lips. His heart is thrumming in his chest, his throat suddenly dry. “Before we do this,” he gesticulates between himself and Bucky, swallowing loudly. “I need to tell you that… I’m—” he lets out a breath. “I’m ace. As in asexual,” Steve mumbles, looking down, not ready to see whatever shows in Bucky’s eyes right now. He’s confident with his sexuality, after struggling for so long with coming to terms with who he is, but the past has taught him that not everyone is as understanding as they seem to be. He hasn’t yet gone through a heartbreak per se, but it doesn't mean his experience is all so cheerful.

“Steve… Hey, Steve, look at me,” Bucky says quietly, but sternly. When the blonde looks up, the corner of Bucky’s lips lift slightly, his hand reaching for Steve’s. “Will you go out with me? On a date? As my boyfriend?”

“What?” Steve says, confused.

“I like you, punk. I wanna be with you,” Bucky shrugs, smiling.

“But—but I’m ace!” Steve says, bewildered. Did Bucky not hear him? Steve’s coming out has never brought that kind of response before.

“And I appreciate you tellin’ me, but it doesn’t change the way I feel about you,” Bucky squeezes Steve’s hand, reassuringly, then leans closer to the blonde. “If you don’t wanna sleep with me, that’s fine, Stevie. I mean, sure, you’re hot as hell and I’d be more than happy to take you to bed and not leave for two days, but it’s not all there is to a relationship, is it?” Bucky smirks, as Steve gets red all the way to the tips of his hair. “What I’m sayin’ is, I wanna be with you in any way you’re comfortable with. I’m falling for you, dumbass.”

Steve’s gaping, his cheeks and ears burning. Did Bucky just? “You’re falling for me?” He asks, still not quite believing.

Bucky chuckles, shaking his head, then sinks on one knee, taking Steve’s hand in his. “Steven Grant Rogers, will you do me the honor and be my boyfriend?” He grins, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Jerk,” Steve rolls his eyes, but tuggs Bucky up, and leans in.

“Punk,” Bucky breaths, closing the distance between them.

They stay like that for a bit, hands running over each other’s backs and tangled in their hair. Steve is the first to pull back, as his lungs start to struggle. Bucky just licks his lower lip, his eyes focused on Steve’s mouth. His pupils are blown and Steve runs his tongue over his lips just to be a little shit. It works—Bucky’s eyes follow his tongue, then he groans, running his hand through his hair and sitting back down, his hands folded on his lap.

“So,” Bucky clears his throat, licking his lips once again. “What are you comfortable with?” He asks, leaning forward.

Steve shrugs. “I don’t mind kissing,” he smiles, as Bucky huffs, shaking his head. “I’m not saying I’ll never want to have sex but…”

“That’s fine, Steve,” Bucky assures, reaching out for Steve’s hand again.

“Thank you,” the blonde murmurs earnestly, his anxiety finally wearing off.

“For what?” Bucky asks, arching an eyebrow.

“I dunno. Understanding?” Steve hesitates, looking down at their joined hands.

“Steve.”

“What?” He asks, looking up as Bucky squeezes his hand.

“You’re amazing,” Bucky breathes and Steve grins.

The doors open at that moment, and Sarah comes barreling through. “I’m back, leanbh!” She calls, then enters the kitchen, walking in on Steve and Bucky holding hands. “Finally!” She exclaims, beaming, then walks over to them and drops a kiss on Steve’s temple. “You treat my boy right,” she points a finger at Bucky, narrowing her eyes.

“Yes ma’am,” Bucky nods, as Steve whines.

“Ma…” Steve leans his head back, feeling like a teenager all over again.

“Ciúin,” Sarah squeezes his shoulder, smiling at the two of them.

“We’ve made dinner,” Bucky supplies, looking between both Steve and Sarah, his expression puzzled.

Steve lifts an eyebrow, unimpressed. “We?”

“Steve made dinner,” Bucky grins, winking at Sarah, to which she chuckles.

She goes to the stove, then lifts he lid off the pan and lurks inside. “Colcannon?” She asks, her lips curling again. Steve nods, as she turns the heat on. “Go raibh maith agat,” Sarah sends Steve a thankful smile, stirring the dish so it doesn’t burn.

Bucky looks between the two, a small smile on his lips. Steve nudges his knee, and Bucky just shrugs, squeezing Steve’s knee back.

Once their dinner is hot, Sarah puts the pot on a kitchen island, and they all put some on their plates. They eat in silence, the only sound being their forks scraping the plates. When finished, Steve takes all their plates and empty glasses to the sink and decides to wash them now. Bucky is immediately there to help him, and together they finish quickly, even though the brunet did throw soap foam on Steve’s shirt.

Sarah sits on the stool, watching them both with a fond smile. When they’re done, she stands up, stretching her spine. “You boys behave yourselves,” she says, winking at Steve, and he rolls his eyes, whining under his breath. Bucky chuckles, throwing his right arm over the blonde’s shoulders. “Yes ma’am,” he says, which gets him an elbow to the ribs from Steve.

“Oíche mhaith,” Sarah says softly, leaving the kitchen, and going into her bedroom.

Steve looks at Bucky, not knowing what to do. He doesn’t want to say goodbye to the brunet just yet, but he knows that now that his Ma is back, there is no real reason for Bucky to stay. Still, he cocks an eyebrow, asking “Wanna watch a movie?”

Bucky lick his lips, thinking, then shrugs. “Sure.”

They end up in Steve’s room, cuddling, with their legs tangled to fit on the blonde’s small bed. Bucky chose the movie this time, and Steve tries hard to not comment on his choice. Steve can’t help but sigh, though, as the hero of 1982 Blade Runner falls for a replicant. Bucky lifts and eyebrow, disapprovingly, but Steve just shrugs, his attention back to the movie.

He can’t stop thinking about what Bucky’s said earlier, though. Or rather, how he’s said it. The way he’s asked if Steve’ll still be there when Bucky opens his eyes, made Steve wonder what Bucky’s been through. His voice was so small, so scared, as if there was any possibility of Steve leaving him. Steve can’t help but go back to that moment, and think how little, despite all the time and conversations they’ve had, he knows about Bucky. He yet again comes to the conclusion, that there will always be some parts of Bucky that Steve won’t know. The brunet seems so open, and yet is so secretive. Steve feels like he knows Bucky, really knows him, but there are still some parts of his life that Steve has no idea about. And don’t get Steve, wrong, he’s fine with that. He’s glad to know Bucky at all, besides, he likes the fact that there’s always something new to learn about the man. Steve just wishes he could take all of Bucky’s pain away, all his insecurities and fears, so the man could be truly happy, not haunted by the ghosts of his past.

Steve furrows his brows and pauses the movie. Maybe he shouldn’t be asking, maybe he should just mind his own business. But, he’s mind seems to be stuck on that one moment, and he can’t think of any reason why Bucky reacted the way he did.

“Hey, Buck?” Steve looks up at the man, who sends him a questioning look, so he continues. “Can I, uhh… Can I ask you somethin’?”

“Sure,” Bucky shrugs.

“If you don’t wanna talk about it ‘s fine, and you don’t hafta answer, I just.. I’m just wonderin’ is all—”

“Steve, just ask,” Bucky chuckles, shaking his head slightly, a small amused smile on his face.

“When we kissed… Why did you ask if I’ll still be there?” Steve mumbles, looking anywhere but at Bucky. It seems so stupid now. It’s literally none of his concerns and he shouldn’t be prying into Bucky’s life. He’s with the man now, and that should be all that matters, why couldn’t he just live it alone?

“Oh, uh… “ Bucky licks his lips unconsciously, looking down at his hands. “Just before freshman I was dating this guy and, um…”

“Buck, you don’t hafta—”

“Shut up, Steve, I wanna,” Bucky bites down on his lower lip and Steve promptly shuts up, letting him speak. “It was my first serious, well, sorta, relationship and I was falling hard and fast. He was a couple years older, but he wasn’t pushin’ me to do anything, so I thought he really cared about me, y’know?” Bucky huffs. “When we finally decided to do it, he took me to this nice hotel, and I really thought it meant somethin’. Turned out he just wanted to fuck me. I woke up alone, and never saw him again.”

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve never brought this up—” Steve starts, but Bucky just squeezes his arm.

“It’s fine, Stevie. I’m long over him. ‘sides, I was young and dumb.” Bucky chuckles, as Steve arches his eyebrow.

“It was two years ago,” Steve states, unimpressed.

“I didn’t know you, did I?” The guy smirks.

Steve groans, rolling his eyes. “Buck—” he doesn’t get a chance to answer, though, as the man leans down and kisses him. It’s chaste and over all to quickly, but it still shuts Steve up. As he’s pulling himself together, his heart in his throat and his cheeks burning, Bucky starts the movie again.

Steve falls asleep some time near the end of the film. Bucky wakes him up gently, when the end credits play, the sound turned down low. “I gotta go,” the brunet whispers, as Steve blinks, taking in his surroundings. His head is on Bucky’s stomach, his arms wrapped tightly around the other man.

“Okay,” Steve rasps, closing his eyes again, and furrowing his head in Bucky’s shirt.

The brunet chuckles. “You gotta let me go, Stevie.”

“No,” Steve mumbles, closing his eyes again.

“Come on,” Bucky tries to get Steve’s arms off himself, but Steve just grips him tighter, whining in the process. “Work with me, punk,” Bucky whispers to Steve’s good ear, no heat behind his words.

“Don’t wanna,” the blonde says into Bucky’s shirt, stirring.

“Steve, I gotta go home to sleep, too,” Bucky giggles, as he runs his hand through Steve’s hair.

Steve arches into the touch, his jaw going slack. He almost purrs at how good it feels.

“Stevie,” Bucky murmurs, his hand never stopping.

“Mhmm?”

“I gotta go home.”

“No,” Steve, shakes his head slightly, half-asleep.

“No?” Bucky chuckles again, as Steve shakes his head some more.

“Stay.”

“Stay?” Bucky asks, and his hand stops.

Steve tips his head back, urging Bucky to continue playing with his hair. When Bucky resumes, Steve smiles a blissful smile, murmuring “Mhmm.”

“Stevie. Hey, Steve,” Bucky stops again, shaking the blonde.

Steve groans, but opens his eyes and looks up. “What?”

“D’you really want me to stay?” Bucky worries his lower lip between his teeth, his eyebrows drawn.

“Yes,” Steve states, then closes his eyes again.

“Hey, Steve, no, don’t fall asleep on me yet,” the brunet shakes him gently again, and Steve wines, but opens his eyes. “You have to change first. And I have no toothbrush or pajamas for that matter.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Fine,” he drawls, but sits up nonetheless.

Steve stands up, stretching his spine, and goes to his drawer. He pulls an oversized tee and throws it in the general direction of Bucky. “This should fit. Spare toothbrushes are under the sink,” he goes to make the bed, once Bucky goes to the bathroom.

Steve quickly puts on his own tee and shorts he sleeps in, then takes out his hearing aid and takes off his glasses. When Bucky’s back, the blonde makes a quick trip to the bathroom to take care of his business and wash his teeth, then goes back to his bedroom, finding Bucky already under the covers. Steve slips under too, turns off the bedside lamp, and puts his head on Bucky’s chest. He throws his arm around Bucky’s midsection, taking in a deep breath, and smiling at the scent of Bucky mixed with the fabric softener on Steve’s tee.

Bucky starts stroking Steve’s hair again and leans down into the blonde’s good ear. “Dobranoc, słońce.”

“Oíche mhaith, mhuirnín,” Steve murmurs back, closing his eyes.

*