[ That concern is finally met with a straightening of his shoulders, the slight lifting of his chin. A flicker of knowing recognition. The good old I'm fine that comes automatic because neither of them do well with the other one worrying, whether they got reason to or not.
Five years in a second. Yeah, maybe you could call that a blip. Not the most important part though.
Five years.
Could hardly process stepping back onto that ship empty handed. Five years is a void.
There's a delayed nod, acknowledging that he heard it right, gaze fixed on Bucky's shoulder. ]
Three weeks. [ he supplies in turn. Counted every day that passed. Felt infinitely longer or shorter depending on when he'd last slept.
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Five years in a second. Yeah, maybe you could call that a blip. Not the most important part though.
Five years.
Could hardly process stepping back onto that ship empty handed. Five years is a void.
There's a delayed nod, acknowledging that he heard it right, gaze fixed on Bucky's shoulder. ]
Three weeks. [ he supplies in turn. Counted every day that passed. Felt infinitely longer or shorter depending on when he'd last slept.
His eyes flick up, meeting his gaze again. ]
We get everyone back.
[ No inflection, but it's an ask. ]