[ they're different people, unarguably, but that's not a conversation he wants to have right now. not half because he doesn't want to put this steve ( or any steve for that matter ) through dealing with their dissociative bullshit, but because this conversation is theirs. the memory is real, it happened, but it happened to someone else, to the bucky hiding somewhere else in the tower. the words, though - the conversation is his and he's sharing that with steve right now.
he won't give that back to bucky. the other him has everything he doesn't, and he will selfishly keep these quiet moments just for himself. he accepts the tea and wraps his hands around the mug, staring at how only one half will ever get warm again. ]
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he won't give that back to bucky. the other him has everything he doesn't, and he will selfishly keep these quiet moments just for himself. he accepts the tea and wraps his hands around the mug, staring at how only one half will ever get warm again. ]
Can I come with you? Next time.