It was clear Daken wasn't going to sit down, so Bucky stood back up. "I am that sentimental. New York is my home." It was a major hitch in their bicoastal relationship. Bucky could spend days, weeks, even months in California, but in the end, it would always be New York. Even after working in Russia for decades, the second he quit, he found himself back in New York. He would always gravitate toward this city.

He rested a hand on Daken's waist, one corner of his mouth quirking up. "Well, then I'd suggest a walk, but there are people outside, and I know how much you hate them."