[What Steve can see in his periphery is a mess. He doesn't look like he's eaten, though any lack of sustenance takes time to show on his frame. He's drawn thin and desperate in a different way, something behind the eyes.
Being told he should have come in for breakfast is, for a second, so absurd it almost cracks something in him. There's a lost and howling thing under the surface of him just waiting for the veneer to splinter enough to let it through. There. Behind the eyes, the stare he's fixed on Steve's face.
They're not alone on the street, but there's a pathway being edged around the two of them for reasons no one passing by really understands. People nudge into each other rather than break into that space.
Bucky lifts a hand, the one not gloved, and scrubs it over his face, and then he steps carefully around Steve and he starts to walk.]
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Being told he should have come in for breakfast is, for a second, so absurd it almost cracks something in him. There's a lost and howling thing under the surface of him just waiting for the veneer to splinter enough to let it through. There. Behind the eyes, the stare he's fixed on Steve's face.
They're not alone on the street, but there's a pathway being edged around the two of them for reasons no one passing by really understands. People nudge into each other rather than break into that space.
Bucky lifts a hand, the one not gloved, and scrubs it over his face, and then he steps carefully around Steve and he starts to walk.]