[ There are so many questions in his head, so many rising to the fore that go unanswered, the truths of which elude him that he can't pick one. Why does Steve look at him like he matters, why does he speak to him like he's the man he was before, why would Steve invite him to sit --
-- he studies him, this man who's bigger than his small, sickly frame, as beautiful as a part of him has remembered. This is the man Bucky had fallen in love with, a lifetime ago, and seeing him like this draws Bucky closer to the man that he was before. He's not sure what to feel about it, only that he needs him. ]
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-- he studies him, this man who's bigger than his small, sickly frame, as beautiful as a part of him has remembered. This is the man Bucky had fallen in love with, a lifetime ago, and seeing him like this draws Bucky closer to the man that he was before. He's not sure what to feel about it, only that he needs him. ]
Why do you want me here?
[ What do you want? ]