[It's those two words he seizes on. Me either. It makes sense, from what little he knows of Bucky, from what they've shared. How could either of them understand this? How could anyone expect them to? These are people they've trusted. People who share space and mind with them.]
[Tearing into someone who trusted them, too...]
[It's the hand on his arm that keeps him grounded. The pressure of it. Pinpoints of a grip keeping his head from drowning in the sudden familiarity of the situation. People you trust... treating you like a science project.]
[His own hand grips Bucky's in turn. To focus on it.]
(We can't -- we can't be the only ones...)
[The only ones to be horrified, angered, betrayed, by this. Can they?]
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[Tearing into someone who trusted them, too...]
[It's the hand on his arm that keeps him grounded. The pressure of it. Pinpoints of a grip keeping his head from drowning in the sudden familiarity of the situation. People you trust... treating you like a science project.]
[His own hand grips Bucky's in turn. To focus on it.]
(We can't -- we can't be the only ones...)
[The only ones to be horrified, angered, betrayed, by this. Can they?]