[ He makes a sound like a scoff, tired and strained for humor. Doesn't make an attempt to steer them off course-- couldn't, anyway, he loses track of the next couple of minutes of walking, a brief blackout period like they went directly from the street to the bathroom.
With sagging shoulders he leans back on his toilet seat perch, accepting what's handed over to him without interruption. Clockwork. Different bathroom, same deal. Except this time Bucky's got a bum shoulder and he's trying not to say anything about it. His guilt for making him drag him all this way won't fix it, anyway, and they're both too tired to pass reassurances back and forth. They know they're there.
Felt them loud and clear.
And now that he's sitting, well, he's not long for the waking world. He started leaning forward when Bucky began handing him stuff, and his chin jolts in a hypnic jerk before he even registered the room going dark. ]
no subject
With sagging shoulders he leans back on his toilet seat perch, accepting what's handed over to him without interruption. Clockwork. Different bathroom, same deal. Except this time Bucky's got a bum shoulder and he's trying not to say anything about it. His guilt for making him drag him all this way won't fix it, anyway, and they're both too tired to pass reassurances back and forth. They know they're there.
Felt them loud and clear.
And now that he's sitting, well, he's not long for the waking world. He started leaning forward when Bucky began handing him stuff, and his chin jolts in a hypnic jerk before he even registered the room going dark. ]