[ He takes the glass, holding it close to his lap as he's propped up and looking over at Bucky. Studying him.
(never been any confirmation, no talk of what's next in those Skype conversations-- the concept too far off and nebulous for either of them to try to tackle in those fifteen minutes, a giant question with an answer he already knew:
you deserve your shot to finally walk away, however you can
but I can't yet)
I do now.
Maybe they do still have use for words every so often.
He ducks his chin, something warm and self-conscious spreading across his features as he shakes his head. He's not exactly thinking about the future yet now, either. But there's a notion. And understanding of what this accidental change in setting might mean, already means for Bucky.
How that changes things for him, too. ]
Not even a hover-parking ticket. [ He repeats, distantly amused. Shakes his head and finally takes a drink from the glass. ]
no subject
(never been any confirmation, no talk of what's next in those Skype conversations-- the concept too far off and nebulous for either of them to try to tackle in those fifteen minutes, a giant question with an answer he already knew:
you deserve your shot to finally walk away, however you can
but I can't yet)
I do now.
Maybe they do still have use for words every so often.
He ducks his chin, something warm and self-conscious spreading across his features as he shakes his head. He's not exactly thinking about the future yet now, either. But there's a notion. And understanding of what this accidental change in setting might mean, already means for Bucky.
How that changes things for him, too. ]
Not even a hover-parking ticket. [ He repeats, distantly amused. Shakes his head and finally takes a drink from the glass. ]