[ He likes the sound of her laughter. He feels like he's liked it for a long time. He turns a little to look at her, but the moment he's tempted to reach his fingers curl against his knee and he remembers himself. ]

If I remember right, neither of us seemed to need one the last time we went swimming. [ He isn't completely certain that he's remembering right. It feels like Bucky's voice coming out of his mouth. He doesn't think that it feels wrong, exactly, but he's unaccustomed to the ease. ] Is it getting cold for you already?