"Yeah." Steve can't quite manage to keep the disappointment from his voice. He's not a good liar and frankly, he doesn't want to be one. "Good thing."
He sits heavily on his own bed and his weight shakes the bunk above him a little. It can't be helped on these rickety beds, but it's not like Steve tries to prevent it, either. For such a large guy, he's usually pretty in control of his weight and it usually doesn't shake Bucky's bunk quite so much.
Really, Steve doesn't know what to think. He's not even sure what he expected. He reaches for his own book, opening it in his lap and staring at the page without reading it.
He'd thought--
He's an idiot. It doesn't matter what he'd thought. Obviously whatever had happened between them through that grate had been a lot more to Steve than it had been to Bucky. Maybe Bucky had just latched on to stay sane, but Steve had felt connected to him in a way that had felt like more than just some momentary consequence of circumstance.
Leaning against the wall, he tips his head back and looks up at the springs under Bucky's mattress. They'd been just as close before, but somehow the mattress feels like a hell of a lot more of a distance than a cement wall had just 24 hours ago.
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He sits heavily on his own bed and his weight shakes the bunk above him a little. It can't be helped on these rickety beds, but it's not like Steve tries to prevent it, either. For such a large guy, he's usually pretty in control of his weight and it usually doesn't shake Bucky's bunk quite so much.
Really, Steve doesn't know what to think. He's not even sure what he expected. He reaches for his own book, opening it in his lap and staring at the page without reading it.
He'd thought--
He's an idiot. It doesn't matter what he'd thought. Obviously whatever had happened between them through that grate had been a lot more to Steve than it had been to Bucky. Maybe Bucky had just latched on to stay sane, but Steve had felt connected to him in a way that had felt like more than just some momentary consequence of circumstance.
Leaning against the wall, he tips his head back and looks up at the springs under Bucky's mattress. They'd been just as close before, but somehow the mattress feels like a hell of a lot more of a distance than a cement wall had just 24 hours ago.
Fuck.