[Bucky doesn’t know if he should sit on the bed beside Steve or stay where he is. He wants to be the kind of friend that sits beside him, wraps an arm around him, and knows exactly what to say. He doesn’t have the nerve to do that. Doesn’t know if he should.]
Do you wanna talk about it?
[His voice is rough from sleep, something that he gets more when he’s on Steve’s couch than he has anywhere else in years. Bucky exhales softly and slides his hand out across the bed. Palm up. Another gesture. Another offer.
He might want him to go so he can be alone. He might not want to be touched.]
Should I go?
[He has his head tipped back, mouth slightly open as he looks up at Steve.]
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Do you wanna talk about it?
[His voice is rough from sleep, something that he gets more when he’s on Steve’s couch than he has anywhere else in years. Bucky exhales softly and slides his hand out across the bed. Palm up. Another gesture. Another offer.
He might want him to go so he can be alone. He might not want to be touched.]
Should I go?
[He has his head tipped back, mouth slightly open as he looks up at Steve.]