Self-consciously, he bowed his head and brushed a hand against the back of his head. "The beauty of a haircut."

Bucky no longer looked like he'd rolled out from The Passion of the Christ or was unwashed and unkempt. The haircut was something Sam had teased him about for at least half a day before he realised Bucky was wearing skinny jeans and that had taken the spotlight off his ribbing about his hair. It felt both embarrassing and nice to have that choice to cut off his hair accepted by someone he did value... despite finding him very, very annoying.

"And a shave." Lifting his head, he brushed his hand against his somewhat clean jawline. A little sarcastically, he said sweetly, "Apparently you can see my smile now."

Thanks Sam for that.