[ Steve hadn't been close to Aoba, couldn't understand what would drive the guy to that point. A part of him is angry at Aoba for giving up. Leaving a gaping hole in his place. A broodmate of Angel's - that's a whole different kind of pain agitated when he thinks of her.
His skin itches, restless legs moving toward the invisible line that pulls him past their shared campsite, half-eaten food left behind. ]
Feel like running? [ Going for a run, he means, not running away again. The closer he gets to Bucky, the more he feels antsy, his friend's nerves tickling under his own skin. Instead of closing off that sliver of connection, Steve carefully holds the thread, letting his own ache vibrate in sync with it. ]
sorry for the delay! (suicide stuff here too)
His skin itches, restless legs moving toward the invisible line that pulls him past their shared campsite, half-eaten food left behind. ]
Feel like running? [ Going for a run, he means, not running away again. The closer he gets to Bucky, the more he feels antsy, his friend's nerves tickling under his own skin. Instead of closing off that sliver of connection, Steve carefully holds the thread, letting his own ache vibrate in sync with it. ]