I love you too. I've always loved you, so damn much.

[He returns softly, that love deeply engrained in every look he gives Bucky. Every expression. It'll always be there, because he always feels it, and he knows he's the luckiest man to have that love returned.]

I'm so proud of you, Buck. It takes a lot to know yourself in this way and write it all down. Share it with someone. You're incredible.

[Steve has all the faith in the world. Even when Bucky had been at his lowest, he had that faith. Bucky's heart has always been unmatched.

It barely takes a moment for Steve's arms to slide around Bucky even more, circling around his back completely. He squeezes back tightly, knowing that's exactly what Bucky wants when he holds him in this way. He's learning Bucky's wants and needs, even when the other is unable to say them out loud. He squeezes tight enough where it almost feels like he could pull Bucky into himself, dropping his head down into the crook of his neck as well, and leaving a kiss there.

Nothing feels better than this. It feels like home.]