( the words are out before he's had a chance to consider it or rethink them. biting sarcasm and yet with a looming vein of truth to it — even as he cocks his head and surveys her over that kitchen island and he realises that, of course, it's because like recognises like. it sounds like she's talking about him because she's talking about herself.
bucky knows he's lonely. his only fucking friend left him, so what else is he supposed to be? even his therapist tells him he's lonely, that it's sad how few people he speaks to. he hadn't been expecting to spot it here, however: in karen page's pale eyes and faraway look and half-finished bottle of beer and stacks of paperwork and workaholism and the fact that she, too, was trawling a shitty phone app at this too-late hour, looking for some kind of connection.
he drains the last of his drink, hand trembling a bit before he sets it back down on the counter with a firm thud. maybe he really does want that courage delivered in amber liquid and a warmth burning its way down his throat before he looks up again, meets her eye, and says: )
no subject
( the words are out before he's had a chance to consider it or rethink them. biting sarcasm and yet with a looming vein of truth to it — even as he cocks his head and surveys her over that kitchen island and he realises that, of course, it's because like recognises like. it sounds like she's talking about him because she's talking about herself.
bucky knows he's lonely. his only fucking friend left him, so what else is he supposed to be? even his therapist tells him he's lonely, that it's sad how few people he speaks to. he hadn't been expecting to spot it here, however: in karen page's pale eyes and faraway look and half-finished bottle of beer and stacks of paperwork and workaholism and the fact that she, too, was trawling a shitty phone app at this too-late hour, looking for some kind of connection.
he drains the last of his drink, hand trembling a bit before he sets it back down on the counter with a firm thud. maybe he really does want that courage delivered in amber liquid and a warmth burning its way down his throat before he looks up again, meets her eye, and says: )
You don't have to be.
Alone, I mean.