[Bucky is sitting on one of the beds, and he's alone - Steve went to go look for someone or something, and promised he'd be back, and Bucky trusted him. He always trusted Steve.
He looks up when Ben enters, blinking, almost trying to rationalize if he was here or just something he was imagining, but even if he was, he wasn't Zola or the Red Skull or faceless Nazis or hollowed out faces of desperate, terrified people, so he just accepted it rather than trying to pretend he wasn't there.]
Made me remember some stuff I wish I could forget. [It's vague, intentionally so, and his voice is still hollow and rough, but he seems more alert, at least, and looks Ben over with concern without getting up.] How are you doing?
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He looks up when Ben enters, blinking, almost trying to rationalize if he was here or just something he was imagining, but even if he was, he wasn't Zola or the Red Skull or faceless Nazis or hollowed out faces of desperate, terrified people, so he just accepted it rather than trying to pretend he wasn't there.]
Made me remember some stuff I wish I could forget. [It's vague, intentionally so, and his voice is still hollow and rough, but he seems more alert, at least, and looks Ben over with concern without getting up.] How are you doing?