[Steve's not quite as thrown, because part of him was expecting Bucky to make some snide comment about how they'd never lived together. What he's not quite expecting is the question, in those words - or the way it's asked.] Yeah. Ever since we were old enough to be on our own. Until the war.
[And the couple of months Steve had to spend it in it alone were not months he had liked.
He figures, then, that it's moot to ask or even point out that this Bucky, and his Steve, must not have. Instead... he can't quite help the way his mouth twists, just a little, into something resembling a nostalgic smile.] It wasn't much, and it wasn't great, but... [A shrug. It had been theirs, and they hadn't been on the streets or in one of the parks, camped out with all those other people who'd lost their homes.
And it probably doesn't even warrant saying, but he points out, anyway,] My cabin's not our old apartment, either, though.
Spam; Oct. 3
[And the couple of months Steve had to spend it in it alone were not months he had liked.
He figures, then, that it's moot to ask or even point out that this Bucky, and his Steve, must not have. Instead... he can't quite help the way his mouth twists, just a little, into something resembling a nostalgic smile.] It wasn't much, and it wasn't great, but... [A shrug. It had been theirs, and they hadn't been on the streets or in one of the parks, camped out with all those other people who'd lost their homes.
And it probably doesn't even warrant saying, but he points out, anyway,] My cabin's not our old apartment, either, though.