"For the part of me that's selfish."

A chuckle. It lacks humour, and it sounds weak.

"I wasn't gonna... y'know. Act on anything. You're healing, and last thing you need is a friend trying to push something on you. But, well."

A small shrug. Sam puts his hand against Bucky's cheek, and oh. His hand is so cold.

"I hope you'll forgive me. I'm feeling light-haded, and I just... wanted to kiss you so bad for so long now."