[ He doesn't want to talk about Natasha — he can't offer much more than a huff of air through his nose and the accompanying winded hit to the gut to acknowledge Bucky's statement, unsure how comforting that reminiscence is — but then there's the question. He drops his gaze to the ground, flexing his fingers absently; he'd actually managed to work them to soreness. It's not that he doesn't know the answer, and Bucky's the only one listening now, but he doesn't want to hear it with his own ears. Whatever he'd held quietly in the back of his mind, that can of worms is well and truly opened. It doesn't matter now. ]
I just wanted to hold onto the friends I had.
[ It sounds petty and accusing and Steve lets out a breath. He's been speaking in code since they got here, anything true he's had to say made untrustworthy just by dint of that alone. He hates it, he's no good at it, and it chafes at his soul but apparently sticks there well enough even when the camera's gone. ] And I'm not such a good one to be around right now.
[ It's less of an apology than an invitation for Bucky to get the hell out of dodge, if it's what he wants. ]
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I just wanted to hold onto the friends I had.
[ It sounds petty and accusing and Steve lets out a breath. He's been speaking in code since they got here, anything true he's had to say made untrustworthy just by dint of that alone. He hates it, he's no good at it, and it chafes at his soul but apparently sticks there well enough even when the camera's gone. ] And I'm not such a good one to be around right now.
[ It's less of an apology than an invitation for Bucky to get the hell out of dodge, if it's what he wants. ]