[She nods and then she's quiet for a little while, withdrawing her hand and breaking off pieces from the chocolate ration carefully to raise to her mouth. She likes the taste, the texture; it's a safe, comforting taste, because it's all Bucky. She's sorry he did it, but in a strange half-pleased, half-ashamed way. She doesn't want him to hurt for her, but she can't help being sort of awed that he would.
Finally, after a while, she asks another question. She wants to know, sure, but she wonders if it wouldn't be good for him to talk about it, too.]
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Finally, after a while, she asks another question. She wants to know, sure, but she wonders if it wouldn't be good for him to talk about it, too.]
How different are you now?