Date: 2018-07-15 09:33 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] freightcars
Okay, for the first time Bucky's own lips quirk up a little. It's half a smile, it barely counts, it's gone as quickly as it appeared. As closely as he wants, huh? Wow, Steve, what an asshole.

Reluctantly, he obeys. Gives a tiny nod and wanders in a little farther toward the second bed, furthest from the door. Hesitates, and then carefully strips his coat off. Whether he wants to or not, his gut is screaming at him to trust, and he thinks... for once, he thinks he'll listen.

He thinks if there's only one person on the planet he's supposed to trust it should be this man, and if he can't let himself do that he doesn't see the point in even carrying on anymore.

The jacket gets discarded onto the bed, and he lowers himself onto the corner of it. There. He's sitting.
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