[ You're James Barnes, and it takes deliberate willpower to bite his tongue rather than speak up on instinct to insist, it's Bucky. Wouldn't wanna cut off some words of wisdom spoken from the heart, though, so he satisfies himself with a twitching jaw and dipping eyes, that duck down to the mug on Tony's coffee table.
They flicker back up at the squeeze of his arm, brows knit softly together, an expression on his face some mix of appreciative and restrained.
It's a good sentiment. He hopes it's all true. Hopes this Stark is right about the way of things, though this man seems about a hundred times more kind than the man he met.
Circumstances being what they were... maybe a little benefit of the doubt ought to come with it.
He forces out a tight smile, as best he can. ]
Thanks. I- um... [ He passes his palms (palm, really) over his pants, breathes out slow. ] I'm not so good at touching moments. But. Thanks.
[ Which might just be preempting his cue to leave, because the mug's gone cold and his chest's gone tight, and he accomplished more or less what he set out to by coming here.
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They flicker back up at the squeeze of his arm, brows knit softly together, an expression on his face some mix of appreciative and restrained.
It's a good sentiment.
He hopes it's all true. Hopes this Stark is right about the way of things, though this man seems about a hundred times more kind than the man he met.
Circumstances being what they were... maybe a little benefit of the doubt ought to come with it.
He forces out a tight smile, as best he can. ]
Thanks. I- um... [ He passes his palms (palm, really) over his pants, breathes out slow. ] I'm not so good at touching moments. But. Thanks.
[ Which might just be preempting his cue to leave, because the mug's gone cold and his chest's gone tight, and he accomplished more or less what he set out to by coming here.
It's a start, anyway. ]