[Jack melts into the warmth of the embrace slowly, coming to rest his head on Zev's shoulder last, eyes sliding shut as he moves with the rocking. It's a bit easier than he remembers, but then again, he's been spending a decent amount of time with Bucky learning to actually dance.]

Yeah, well. We can't all be morning people, now can we. Or . . . whatever kind of person you are, now that I think of it. The time never seemed to matter to you that much when we had to get moving.