[ Not the uniform, not anything like that. Younger days: a boy he had to protect. Small. So very small. He glances at the exit again, wonders how quickly he can excuse himself, to spare them both the inevitable pain of this conversation. Just one hurting is enough, just Bucky's enough.
Maybe he can come back again and they can talk about other things. Maybe they don't have to talk about anything at all. But he wants to. He wants to know this man who haunts the recesses of his memory, his waking thoughts. ] You were smaller.
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[ Not the uniform, not anything like that. Younger days: a boy he had to protect. Small. So very small. He glances at the exit again, wonders how quickly he can excuse himself, to spare them both the inevitable pain of this conversation. Just one hurting is enough, just Bucky's enough.
Maybe he can come back again and they can talk about other things. Maybe they don't have to talk about anything at all. But he wants to. He wants to know this man who haunts the recesses of his memory, his waking thoughts. ] You were smaller.
[ Did it hurt? ]