[Bucky climbs up onto the bed, sliding up against the headboard next to Steve, one leg stretched out in front of him and the other folded under. He balances his hand on his thigh, there for Steve to take, and someday he’ll have the courage to take Steve’s hand for himself.
As for nightmares, they’ve both had their fair share, and he hasn’t learned how to handle them himself.]
No, they don’t seem to stop. [Bucky smooths his hair back with his metal hand, blinking a few times.] I tell myself they aren’t real, but that doesn’t always help.
[Looking over and seeing Steve helps. Petting Dodger or Sugar helps. Running, moving, keeping his hands busy. Anything but thinking about how they aren’t real but are based on things that have happened. Things he’s done.]
I sleep better here.
[He doesn’t think that has anything to do with Wonderland.]
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As for nightmares, they’ve both had their fair share, and he hasn’t learned how to handle them himself.]
No, they don’t seem to stop. [Bucky smooths his hair back with his metal hand, blinking a few times.] I tell myself they aren’t real, but that doesn’t always help.
[Looking over and seeing Steve helps. Petting Dodger or Sugar helps. Running, moving, keeping his hands busy. Anything but thinking about how they aren’t real but are based on things that have happened. Things he’s done.]
I sleep better here.
[He doesn’t think that has anything to do with Wonderland.]