[He hums a little, something soft and familiar but he can't for the life of him name the song. Something old, something from long ago, probably from childhood. It seems right, right now. Tracing his knuckles along Bucky's jaw while his other hand rubs up and down his back.
Lupin wants to know more. He wants to know everything. He can hardly resist picking at each string to see where it comes from-- but this is a person. This isn't just a person, this is Bucky, his husband. Someone he has come to care for. So he holds back, just a little.]
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14/8/16 04:32 (UTC)Lupin wants to know more. He wants to know everything. He can hardly resist picking at each string to see where it comes from-- but this is a person. This isn't just a person, this is Bucky, his husband. Someone he has come to care for. So he holds back, just a little.]
Where did you grow up?
[That seems safe.]