[ He muses idly, dryly, some faint traces of amusement in the corners of his eyes if you squint.
Bucky concedes the falafel with his hands raised up in surrender. ]
Careful, those fries have a real potato kick.
[ This is easier than he thought it might be. Well, not thought - this is easier than the worst case scenario he'd painted in his head. Something just a little too possible for him to dismiss it entirely - that they weren't a matching set anymore. That the pieces shaved off by time and ground smooth again wouldn't line up the same without a common goal hanging over their heads steering them.
But it's good. It feels good. He feels more like that person he- not necessarily that he used to be, but like the person he thinks he could be.
no subject
[ He muses idly, dryly, some faint traces of amusement in the corners of his eyes if you squint.
Bucky concedes the falafel with his hands raised up in surrender. ]
Careful, those fries have a real potato kick.
[ This is easier than he thought it might be. Well, not thought - this is easier than the worst case scenario he'd painted in his head. Something just a little too possible for him to dismiss it entirely - that they weren't a matching set anymore. That the pieces shaved off by time and ground smooth again wouldn't line up the same without a common goal hanging over their heads steering them.
But it's good. It feels good. He feels more like that person he- not necessarily that he used to be, but like the person he thinks he could be.
Normal. Comfortable. Functional. ]