['Two', he notes. Not 'three', including the breach version. Unless he excluded himself entirely. That's a rather disquieting thought yet, somehow, not surprising.]

I actually didn't go near the circus or carnival at all, I'm afraid. So I missed who he was.

[That wasn't the point at all. He licks his lips, pondering just what to say.]

Somethin' tells me that number won't stay at two with the way this place works. I can still remember that idiot on the train. I won't ever forget that fucknut. Not for any sentimentality, but a vampire's memory is like a vault. Nothin' ever really goes away.

[He stops with the books for a second, half turns towards Bucky.]

I don't know if its the same for you, just as I don't know any pithy words of guidance. I guess... all you can do is either find a way to distract yourself til you forget or, somehow, learn the moral lesson the boss upstairs wants to impart.

[Provided, of course, there even was a lesson. He's not even sure of that himself anymore. His fingers tap on the book he holds; one of those 'touch and feel' sorts which, while at a severely lower level, was too cute not to pick up. Steve offers it to Bucky.]

What better way to distract yourself than with cute fuzzy things? Am I right, or am I right?