Steve laughs, feeling good with the shared memories and the teasing. He looks over at his friend with a wide grin that's warm with the happiness he feels. He's lucky, after all. For a year he'd thought he'd lost Bucky. Thought he'd given up everything for someone and it had been all for nothing. It has been one of the worst years of his life and even now it's like a dream to have him close, again. A dream that Steve intends on making the most of, every single day.

Which...actually. That brought up a good question: why wasn't he doing so, now? Sure, they were in a strange forest, but the two of them could take on anyone. And looking at Bucky, Steve could remember all the times he'd watched his friends and wanted. He didn't need to want, anymore. Now he had him and forest or no forest, Steve felt happy and bold enough to take a detour.

"Yeah," he says, not noticing that his voice has gone a bit lower. He tugs Bucky's hand and sets down the jacket in order to wrap the other around his waist. His face is still set in a dopey smile, eyes a touch febrile but otherwise normal. Steve leans in and nuzzles his nose playfully against Bucky's.

"I think we're goin' the right way, now..."