He doesn't have to stay up, truth be told Bucky's the lightest sleeper on the planet. If a car so much as pulls into the spot outside he'll be awake in an instant; it's more about just sleeping with company. Knowing Steve's there, awake or asleep, is a quiet sort of comfort that he's been lacking since coming back to himself.
He can't meet Steve's eye as he asks his next question, settles his gaze on that cracked lampshade and tries to parse through the feelings he has attached to certain memories that don't quite add up.
"You said we were friends," He starts, throat catching on a few of the syllables. "...Is that all we were?"
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Date: 2018-07-15 10:28 am (UTC)He can't meet Steve's eye as he asks his next question, settles his gaze on that cracked lampshade and tries to parse through the feelings he has attached to certain memories that don't quite add up.
"You said we were friends," He starts, throat catching on a few of the syllables. "...Is that all we were?"
He doesn't remember anything more than that.
But he remembers feeling something else.
Thinks he might still feel it now.