He blinks quickly, not sure where that came from. Not at all. Did he say that? When? He doesn't remember, but at the same time, something is nagging at him, like feeling a splinter under your skin. Or shrapnel, too small to really hurt, but enough to notice, and feel strange. Annoying.
Belatedly, he turns towards Stiles and just stares at him, expression almost entirely blank. There's something haunted and hollow about his eyes - he hasn't been sleeping much (not that he needs to) - and he hasn't shaved in a while, but at least he's not going in for the kill, or looking like he might easily be startled into doing just that.
He doesn't say anything. Is he Bucky? Everything points to yes, but he doesn't remember, and isn't certain he wants to.]
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He blinks quickly, not sure where that came from. Not at all. Did he say that? When? He doesn't remember, but at the same time, something is nagging at him, like feeling a splinter under your skin. Or shrapnel, too small to really hurt, but enough to notice, and feel strange. Annoying.
Belatedly, he turns towards Stiles and just stares at him, expression almost entirely blank. There's something haunted and hollow about his eyes - he hasn't been sleeping much (not that he needs to) - and he hasn't shaved in a while, but at least he's not going in for the kill, or looking like he might easily be startled into doing just that.
He doesn't say anything. Is he Bucky? Everything points to yes, but he doesn't remember, and isn't certain he wants to.]