Bucky looks suspicious, but he's looked suspicious about everything.
Steve doesn't know what the hell he's doing. He's read up on PTSD, he's been to boards with messages on the internet, thanks to Sam. He's spoken to Natasha, now and then. None of that's turned into knowing exactly what to do here, now. He should know. Bucky's his best friend, no matter what.
He guesses he'll just keep adapting to whatever happens. Trying to get Bucky to relax a little.
Bucky takes one of the chocolate peanut ones, which are Steve's current favorite flavor. Steve chews on his own, letting the silence hang between them while Bucky thinks about what to say, then he nods.
"Just one of the strange things about this time," he says lightly. "I still can't get over newspapers costing more than a nickel. You were a good friend to me, Buck. Even when I wasn't exactly receptive."
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Date: 2018-07-15 09:58 am (UTC)Steve doesn't know what the hell he's doing. He's read up on PTSD, he's been to boards with messages on the internet, thanks to Sam. He's spoken to Natasha, now and then. None of that's turned into knowing exactly what to do here, now. He should know. Bucky's his best friend, no matter what.
He guesses he'll just keep adapting to whatever happens. Trying to get Bucky to relax a little.
Bucky takes one of the chocolate peanut ones, which are Steve's current favorite flavor. Steve chews on his own, letting the silence hang between them while Bucky thinks about what to say, then he nods.
"Just one of the strange things about this time," he says lightly. "I still can't get over newspapers costing more than a nickel. You were a good friend to me, Buck. Even when I wasn't exactly receptive."