It's too much, isn't it. He should've stuck with small, simple memories
from growing up together. Going to Coney Island. Steve throwing up
everywhere. The time Betsy Henderson kissed Bucky in the bushes behind the
ferris wheel, and Bucky still came out after Steve because he heard Steve
going into a full blown asthma attack.
...but he couldn't lie.
Not about this.
Bucky looks about to break. "You bet," Steve says quickly, switching on the
lamp. He gets up, flicks on the lamp, flicks off the main room light. Finds
a spare blanket, realizes he's fussing far too much, and awkwardly places
it on the end of Bucky's bed anyway.
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It's too much, isn't it. He should've stuck with small, simple memories from growing up together. Going to Coney Island. Steve throwing up everywhere. The time Betsy Henderson kissed Bucky in the bushes behind the ferris wheel, and Bucky still came out after Steve because he heard Steve going into a full blown asthma attack.
...but he couldn't lie.
Not about this.
Bucky looks about to break. "You bet," Steve says quickly, switching on the lamp. He gets up, flicks on the lamp, flicks off the main room light. Finds a spare blanket, realizes he's fussing far too much, and awkwardly places it on the end of Bucky's bed anyway.