( steve kneels down next to bucky, picks up a blanket, and starts folding it. he knows it'll probably just get pulled out and spread on the floor once he's gone, but if there's one thing the military taught him, it's the importance of keeping a tidy bunk. some habits are hard to shake. )
Maybe not. ( he smooths out a wrinkle in the blanket. ) I don't know. I never tried it. I probably should've, but...
( something more important was always happening.
he weighs his next words, and after a moment, he says, ) Even when I do sleep—I have nightmares, you know? Of the war, the alien invasions—Thanos, and the Snap...
( watching bucky turn to dust over and over again. )
[ When he mentions the Snap, Bucky reaches over to put his right hand on Steve's wrist. It's meant to be reassuring; whether it's to himself or Steve, he's not quite sure. Maybe both.
He pulls back after a moment, shaking his head. ]
. . . Yeah. We're both gonna need a couple lifetime's worth of therapy at this point.
[ He lets out a soft chuckle at that. Because it's funny, really. If it's funny, then it's not completely traumatic.
( he looks at bucky's hand on his wrist, and a smile touches his lips. it is reassuring. the warmth of his fingers, the roughness of his palm. proof that bucky's alive. whether or not he's well is still up for debate, but steve will settle for alive. )
Yeah. I should probably look into that.
( the way he says it hints that he's probably not going to, but...maybe. he sets the blanket aside and turns one of the boxes towards him to read the label. )
You know, these probably work better as furniture when they're outside of the box.
[ He knows Steve isn't actually going to look into it, but he's the last person in the world to get on him about it. Not when he's blowing off every single therapy exercise he's given. Maybe he should try giving it a fair shake . . . eventually.
Maybe.
Bucky grimaces when Steve makes note of the boxes — or rather, the fact that they're unopened boxes. ]
Yeah, well, you know. [ He gestures vaguely, like he's not about to pull an excuse out of his ass. ] Have you ever tried putting one of those things together? It's like they make it difficult so you pay through the nose to have 'em assemble it for you.
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Maybe not. ( he smooths out a wrinkle in the blanket. ) I don't know. I never tried it. I probably should've, but...
( something more important was always happening.
he weighs his next words, and after a moment, he says, ) Even when I do sleep—I have nightmares, you know? Of the war, the alien invasions—Thanos, and the Snap...
( watching bucky turn to dust over and over again. )
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He pulls back after a moment, shaking his head. ]
. . . Yeah. We're both gonna need a couple lifetime's worth of therapy at this point.
[ He lets out a soft chuckle at that. Because it's funny, really. If it's funny, then it's not completely traumatic.
Probably. ]
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Yeah. I should probably look into that.
( the way he says it hints that he's probably not going to, but...maybe. he sets the blanket aside and turns one of the boxes towards him to read the label. )
You know, these probably work better as furniture when they're outside of the box.
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Maybe.
Bucky grimaces when Steve makes note of the boxes — or rather, the fact that they're unopened boxes. ]
Yeah, well, you know. [ He gestures vaguely, like he's not about to pull an excuse out of his ass. ] Have you ever tried putting one of those things together? It's like they make it difficult so you pay through the nose to have 'em assemble it for you.
[ excuse: pulled. ]