[Bucky watches Steve, as his brows knit and then unknit, how ridges form and then smooth. When the smile returns with the additional ribbing, his own brightens a few watts and his breath shuffles in a sound that might be a distant relative to a chuckle. Side by side, they approach the door and inside there's already a couple cushions laid out on the floor beside the bed.]
Sometimes. [He's not entirely comfortable admitting it out loud and the brief glow in his face dims. Deep breath. Steve isn't looking for a weakness to exploit. The walls he builds up can't stand against a demanding presence that wants in, but they seem to keep out most polite people.] You hearing anything?
[The screaming, the static, he means. Everything he walks around with on a regular basis.]
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Sometimes. [He's not entirely comfortable admitting it out loud and the brief glow in his face dims. Deep breath. Steve isn't looking for a weakness to exploit. The walls he builds up can't stand against a demanding presence that wants in, but they seem to keep out most polite people.] You hearing anything?
[The screaming, the static, he means. Everything he walks around with on a regular basis.]