[ It hurts to look at Bucky. To watch the way he moves, to spot the echoes of a familiar person under the small actions that somehow communicate aggression through his silence.
The silence is maybe the worst part.
He tucks his hands into his pockets, trying out a smile.] I guess I owe you. Again.
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The silence is maybe the worst part.
He tucks his hands into his pockets, trying out a smile.] I guess I owe you. Again.