[ he snorts a little, 'cause the only thing he's used to giving leave for is the green light to move in on ops. but steve always, always treads lightly around him. he's grateful, ceaselessly so, that steve is patient and understanding an there for him either way, but. he wishes he could be the friend steve had and wants, one that won't startle away from him for the simplest of movements at times. this sucks.
but - today is a pretty good day, by all accounts. it only takes him a second to settle and accept the sandwich. ]
Yeah. I'd like that.
[ shouldn't feel like a small measure of victory, but he keeps his distance because he doesn't want to see disappointment in steve's eyes that only ever look at him fondly with a distant sadness he won't talk about ( doesn't need explained, he knows and he hates it ). he can manage this much. he can be a real fucking human being and have a meal with his best guy ( his only guy ) without it being some goddamn herculean feat. he used to be good at this.
he looks around the kitchen for some kind of direction, decides that if they're gonna eat properly, they'll probably need ... things. eating things. he sets his sandwich down on the counter ( bucky, no ) and moves around steve to grab two plates. while he's in the cabinet, he looks around and decides to pull down two cups too, goes to fill them with water before remembering steve made coffee already. ]
Uh. [ well. he sets the cup down and frowns. ] You don't have to drink that.
lmfhakfba thank you, he my favourite sad panda ;;
but - today is a pretty good day, by all accounts. it only takes him a second to settle and accept the sandwich. ]
Yeah. I'd like that.
[ shouldn't feel like a small measure of victory, but he keeps his distance because he doesn't want to see disappointment in steve's eyes that only ever look at him fondly with a distant sadness he won't talk about ( doesn't need explained, he knows and he hates it ). he can manage this much. he can be a real fucking human being and have a meal with his best guy ( his only guy ) without it being some goddamn herculean feat. he used to be good at this.
he looks around the kitchen for some kind of direction, decides that if they're gonna eat properly, they'll probably need ... things. eating things. he sets his sandwich down on the counter ( bucky, no ) and moves around steve to grab two plates. while he's in the cabinet, he looks around and decides to pull down two cups too, goes to fill them with water before remembering steve made coffee already. ]
Uh. [ well. he sets the cup down and frowns. ] You don't have to drink that.
[ how do we do normal human things. ]