[That's a fair assessment, and Bucky shrugs one shoulder as if to say that he knows he does. A brief pause, and he judges the distance back to the apartment, limbs already aching at the thought of walking.]
Somethin' is really going around. [He lifts the bag of pills and syrups for a moment, gesturing down the road.] My place is close. C'mon. Feels too exposed out here.
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Somethin' is really going around. [He lifts the bag of pills and syrups for a moment, gesturing down the road.] My place is close. C'mon. Feels too exposed out here.