[ He groans but it's good-natured, his knees bracing to push himself off. ] Hang on, hang on.
[ His own beer gets drained as Howard hovers, clearly ready to get out of the bombed up bar and away from the noises of their little band. Bucky is too but he doesn't want to waste alcohol. ] You want yours? [ It's not even really a question considering he shrugs as he lifts it and downs it too, throat working a little as he swallows. When he's finished he wipes the back of his mouth with his hand and smirks. ]
(Mostly because he doesn't need it. Beer isn't his drink of choice either, and still, the guys needed it more. Anyway, he had a good bottle of scotch in his hotel room that they could enjoy once they were back. He watches him as he drinks, with a soft smile on his face. He goes to grab his jacket from the coat hanger that stood in a corner. It's not really cold out, technically he doesn't need it, but it's a matter of principles and how he wants to present himself.
He snorts when the other wipes his mouth with his hand, gently shaking his head.) You're vile.
(But it's with fondness as he inclines his head slightly to get the other to follow him outside, and down the street. There weren't many people out at this time of night, they were, thankfully, exempt from any curfew in place, but that didn't mean they were going to try to draw too much attention, though that was more because Howard slowed once they were a few blocks away, so he could walk close to him.)
[ He doesn't say you love it out loud but it's very much there in the quirk of his eyebrows and the shape of his mouth. He doesn't have a jacket to take and so he simply shoves his hands in his pants pockets and sets off after his friend.
Bucky's glad for the silence at first. It feels like a balm after the noise of the day, one ear still ringing slightly from tank fire. He wonders just how many bits of the war he'll have to take home with him ( ringing ears, scars, broken bones, a shattered heart? ). Still, when Howard slows and starts to talk he's eager to step a little closer, shoulders rounded against the night chill. ]
I'm fine. [ It's not really a lie, it's just that he doesn't want to catalogue the impact. He'd much prefer to avoid it at all costs. ] Nobody died. On our side anyway. Day went okay.
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[ His own beer gets drained as Howard hovers, clearly ready to get out of the bombed up bar and away from the noises of their little band. Bucky is too but he doesn't want to waste alcohol. ] You want yours? [ It's not even really a question considering he shrugs as he lifts it and downs it too, throat working a little as he swallows. When he's finished he wipes the back of his mouth with his hand and smirks. ]
'Kay, now you can lead the way.
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(Mostly because he doesn't need it. Beer isn't his drink of choice either, and still, the guys needed it more. Anyway, he had a good bottle of scotch in his hotel room that they could enjoy once they were back. He watches him as he drinks, with a soft smile on his face. He goes to grab his jacket from the coat hanger that stood in a corner. It's not really cold out, technically he doesn't need it, but it's a matter of principles and how he wants to present himself.
He snorts when the other wipes his mouth with his hand, gently shaking his head.) You're vile.
(But it's with fondness as he inclines his head slightly to get the other to follow him outside, and down the street. There weren't many people out at this time of night, they were, thankfully, exempt from any curfew in place, but that didn't mean they were going to try to draw too much attention, though that was more because Howard slowed once they were a few blocks away, so he could walk close to him.)
How are you really, Barnes?
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Bucky's glad for the silence at first. It feels like a balm after the noise of the day, one ear still ringing slightly from tank fire. He wonders just how many bits of the war he'll have to take home with him ( ringing ears, scars, broken bones, a shattered heart? ). Still, when Howard slows and starts to talk he's eager to step a little closer, shoulders rounded against the night chill. ]
I'm fine. [ It's not really a lie, it's just that he doesn't want to catalogue the impact. He'd much prefer to avoid it at all costs. ] Nobody died. On our side anyway. Day went okay.