[And, as habit, she walks quickly and carefully. Her apartment isn't far and thank God the snow was gone. And when she gets in, Hypnos is all for sniffing Bucky's shoes. Charlie drags Bucky to the couch and sits, pulling him to do the same.] Here. My room-mate is passed out in her room. It's pretty much just you and I now. So please just talk.
[ Rubbing the heel of his palm into his eyesockets when Hypnos jumps up to stare at them both, Bucky's voice going kind of flat around the edges. ]
I'm a soldier, Charlie. I don't get to choose what I talk about. And okay, sure, I'm here, it's fine, but I can't. I can't open that, 'cause sooner or later I go back and I'd have t'shut it all back up again.
No one remembers being here, so what does that matter? Sure, that's a depressing thought, but why let it stop you from making the most of what you have now?
No. I'm not ignoring you. And I'm not letting you leave until you're sober and in a better mood. [She reaches over, wrapping both her arms around his closest one, looking up at him.] Please tell me whats wrong. Or I'm going to start thinking you don't trust me.
If you say it, I won't judge. I won't blab. [A sigh. A pause. Another Charlie-hug.] Just remember; no matter what you say or do, nothing will stop me from considering you family.
I'm drunk. [ As though that's all he needs to not say anything. ] I'm drunk an' I'm stupid, an' I need t'not let all of that let it out, you're like a sister to me, kid, but there are some things y'keep even from family.
You're going to have to tell someone eventually. Whatever it is, it sounds huge and will only hurt you and others if you keep it in. [She stands and hurries to her room a moment, grabbing the pillows and blankets off of her bed before returning.] Get some sleep. Don't go anywhere in the state you're in. You promise me.
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I'm a soldier, Charlie. I don't get to choose what I talk about. And okay, sure, I'm here, it's fine, but I can't. I can't open that, 'cause sooner or later I go back and I'd have t'shut it all back up again.
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[ Burying his face into his hands. ] Falsworth made it a rule.
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[ Leaning into her for a second. ] If I say it, I can't take it back, okay? So it's not you, it's me, and I don't wanna.
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[Not a question at all. It was a demand.]
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[ A beat. ] Listen, can we not tell Steve about this?
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[She's beginning to feel the faint creep of insomnia inch into her brain. Wonderful.] Night, Bucky.
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