This isn't going well, is it. He'll run. Steve won't see him again for weeks. Months. Steve watches him cautiously, though every ounce of him is aching to reach out and touch Bucky.
...ouch. Steve inhales, his throat burning. He doesn't know what to say. How can he keep Bucky here?
There's something else. Bucky hasn't left yet. He'll give him space, let him find the words.
Well.
That's something.
Steve watches him go, then palms his face, letting his shoulders slump. He smiles for the pretty waitress who comes over to take the cups, tells her no, thank you, when she asks if he needs anything else, and then he pays and gets out of there.
The hotel isn't too hard to find, and Steve gets a room for the night as Bucky's instructed. It's cheap. Wallpaper stinks of cigarettes, and Steve spends a moment being grateful that asthma isn't a problem any more.
Then he spreads out on one of the beds, and stares blankly at a magazine without reading it.
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Date: 2018-07-15 08:38 am (UTC)...ouch. Steve inhales, his throat burning. He doesn't know what to say. How can he keep Bucky here?
There's something else. Bucky hasn't left yet. He'll give him space, let him find the words.
Well.
That's something.
Steve watches him go, then palms his face, letting his shoulders slump. He smiles for the pretty waitress who comes over to take the cups, tells her no, thank you, when she asks if he needs anything else, and then he pays and gets out of there.
The hotel isn't too hard to find, and Steve gets a room for the night as Bucky's instructed. It's cheap. Wallpaper stinks of cigarettes, and Steve spends a moment being grateful that asthma isn't a problem any more.
Then he spreads out on one of the beds, and stares blankly at a magazine without reading it.