[He might not know the exact conclusions that Will is reaching, but he can feel himself being analysed as if he's inside an x-ray machine. Idiot to mention that she's a service dog; that, combined with Will already guessing his military career the last time they met, probably just confirms it.
Not that he'll ever guess the truth. Surely he can't.
Bucky still feels as though he's caught in the middle of fight or flight. He wants to just take off out of here, escape this conversation and this situation, and he wants to beat Will into the ground for daring to guess anything about him and until he understands it's never to be spoken of. He does neither. Instead he bends just slightly and fondles Sasha's ears gently with his flesh hand to get her to settle.]
Yeah.
[He's always given to brevity in speech, but it's even worse at the moment. With the lingering memories of the Soldier in his head, it's hard to push any words out, which gives everything a choppier sound, even if the tone of his voice and his expression are both very carefully neutral.]
She was a gift, this festival. You should go before I hurt you.
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Not that he'll ever guess the truth. Surely he can't.
Bucky still feels as though he's caught in the middle of fight or flight. He wants to just take off out of here, escape this conversation and this situation, and he wants to beat Will into the ground for daring to guess anything about him and until he understands it's never to be spoken of. He does neither. Instead he bends just slightly and fondles Sasha's ears gently with his flesh hand to get her to settle.]
Yeah.
[He's always given to brevity in speech, but it's even worse at the moment. With the lingering memories of the Soldier in his head, it's hard to push any words out, which gives everything a choppier sound, even if the tone of his voice and his expression are both very carefully neutral.]
She was a gift, this festival. You should go before I hurt you.