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[worthallthis]

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[worthallthis]

C'mon, pal, how hard is it to just make less stuff for one meal? If he'd thought it would be difficult, maybe he'd have suggested more time, but it seemed pretty straight-forward to him. (Also, the guilty-but-reassuring look is kind of adorable. What a dumb-ass.)

More importantly, that's good advice, so he's going to take it. The door comes open a little more and he nods. "Thanks. I'll do that." And then maybe curl up somewhere in here with those extra blankets. He's reaching the end of his ability to be civil and use, like, actual words, here. It's been a long day already. "Thanks for the stuff."

[punched_hitler]

Marginally harder than if he was the only person in charge of lunch, because he's not, but he still figures he can make it happen.

And that definitely sounds more like a dismissal; even so, Steve can't help but look weirdly relieved, because Bucky said "thanks" twice, and that feels like some kind of major win. Especially after giving the guy a panic attack.

That... doesn't feel like a win. That feels kind of awful. Definitely time to go.

"You're welcome. I can get you more... anything. I mean. I'll try. If you ever need anything."

He backs toward the door, like he maybe doesn't want to take his eyes off Bucky - he doesn't - but he's being stupid, so he finally turns to open it so he can go. "I'll... see you around," he says, softly, and slips out.

[worthallthis]

And now, peace and quiet. He slumps against the bathroom door frame, shutting his eyes, fully expecting the relief and exhaustion after all that. He doesn't expect the wistful unhappiness at being left alone.

Weird.

He shoves it aside, like everything else, and sees about that blanket nest he'd been anticipating. That, at least, is as comforting as he'd hoped, especially with a knife securely in one pocket.