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Bucky had proudly introduced him as his best friend while holding a pretty girl’s hand. A former classmate of his, Steve thought.
And it hurt, though Steve hadn’t dared admitting to it. But if the flower was anything to go by, he couldn’t hide his feelings anymore, or sooner or later they would kill him.
Then again liking men might kill him anyway. But he couldn’t drag Bucky into this, on the impossible chance he reciprocated. So he could wait, forever if necessary.
When Bucky had cleared his voice while introducing him, he had swallowed a flower of his own.