Bucky raises one eyebrow as Steve starts coming around - yeah, that groan is probably right, because anything that could knock Steve on his ass that hard... is probably not gonna be fun to recover from.
But that suddenly seems to be the least of their worries, because Steve goes from horizontal to upright definitely faster than Bucky thinks he should, and he's staring at Bucky pretty much the same way Bucky would have been staring at him, if he didn't have such a good goddamn lid on his own emotions. A lid that is threatening to crumble, no matter how tightly he's trying to hold it in place.
"Hey," he says, and if his voice is quiet, maybe he can tell himself it's because he's trying not to exacerbate whatever hangover Steve likely has, and not because he feels like his throat is closing up. It's harder to just... deal with this now, with Steve looking at him like that, with the full weight of Steve's (mostly) sober attention on him. It makes him feel like he has to explain himself... and also like there's no possible explanation that could ever be good enough. There isn't. There really, really isn't.
"Been a while," he finally manages to say - and then he manages to pull himself together enough to add, "How's that hangover treating you?"
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Date: 2019-01-31 07:24 pm (UTC)But that suddenly seems to be the least of their worries, because Steve goes from horizontal to upright definitely faster than Bucky thinks he should, and he's staring at Bucky pretty much the same way Bucky would have been staring at him, if he didn't have such a good goddamn lid on his own emotions. A lid that is threatening to crumble, no matter how tightly he's trying to hold it in place.
"Hey," he says, and if his voice is quiet, maybe he can tell himself it's because he's trying not to exacerbate whatever hangover Steve likely has, and not because he feels like his throat is closing up. It's harder to just... deal with this now, with Steve looking at him like that, with the full weight of Steve's (mostly) sober attention on him. It makes him feel like he has to explain himself... and also like there's no possible explanation that could ever be good enough. There isn't. There really, really isn't.
"Been a while," he finally manages to say - and then he manages to pull himself together enough to add, "How's that hangover treating you?"