Oh. [He ducks his head and flashes a small smile at the floorboards before redirecting his attention back to the frying pan.] That's kind of you. Thanks. [He's probably pushing the sausage around the pan a bit too much. He's not sure. Browning the meat might involve leaving it alone for a little while so it has the time to actually sear a bit, but he keeps checking compulsively.]
I get it. Some things you need to leave behind, move on. The world's changed and-- [Bucky's shoulders rise a bit before he shrugs.] we can't go back to how things were, for better or worse. But some things you need to hold on to. I mean, I get it on a logical level, but... [The tip of his tongue flicks out between his lips and he breathes out a quiet sigh through his nose.] Emotions get into it.
[Memories are important to him. Important to everyone, sure, but he's lost quite a few already. He so desperately wants to hold onto what's left, knowing full well that the world he had known and the people that were in it are gone now, and he needs to keep moving. But he needs these anchors, these cornerstones to keep him tethered and grounded while he works slowly on building his new life in this new world, or he'll just-- drift, and not know where he's going, what he's doing, if he's even headed in the right direction.]
Since you're keeping it, maybe the boys can be convinced into getting off the video games and getting out there sometime. Make new memories. [Easier said than done, he knows, but if he thought he'd help any, he'd try nudging them out there too.]
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I get it. Some things you need to leave behind, move on. The world's changed and-- [Bucky's shoulders rise a bit before he shrugs.] we can't go back to how things were, for better or worse. But some things you need to hold on to. I mean, I get it on a logical level, but... [The tip of his tongue flicks out between his lips and he breathes out a quiet sigh through his nose.] Emotions get into it.
[Memories are important to him. Important to everyone, sure, but he's lost quite a few already. He so desperately wants to hold onto what's left, knowing full well that the world he had known and the people that were in it are gone now, and he needs to keep moving. But he needs these anchors, these cornerstones to keep him tethered and grounded while he works slowly on building his new life in this new world, or he'll just-- drift, and not know where he's going, what he's doing, if he's even headed in the right direction.]
Since you're keeping it, maybe the boys can be convinced into getting off the video games and getting out there sometime. Make new memories. [Easier said than done, he knows, but if he thought he'd help any, he'd try nudging them out there too.]