[ Back in the day he could always rely on Bucky to be frank with him, even when — especially when — Steve didn't want to hear it. He'd taken it for granted as a given, a matter of course, until he couldn't anymore. So he doesn't now. There were days after Bucky fell when he would've given anything to hear his best friend giving him a hard time again, and while it's different actually having the man in front of him, he doesn't think that grief will ever completely leave him. He nods. ]
Yeah. I just— [ thought I was in love. ] I was gonna give it more time. [ He's not sure what kind of man that makes him. There's still sand on the floor, but Bucky is standing and facing him for once, and Steve doesn't actually want to talk about Natasha. He looks behind him to rest the broom against the wall. ] Got nothin' but, pal.
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Yeah. I just— [ thought I was in love. ] I was gonna give it more time. [ He's not sure what kind of man that makes him. There's still sand on the floor, but Bucky is standing and facing him for once, and Steve doesn't actually want to talk about Natasha. He looks behind him to rest the broom against the wall. ] Got nothin' but, pal.