[ Bucky doesn't respond for a very long time, weighing the response in his mind, contemplating the outcome of it. What should he tell him? He remembers being able to tell him everything once -- but that was a long time ago, a memory that barely registers anymore.
But he has an impression of it; how he had trusted him, how they'd gotten into trouble together, thick as thieves. It's long minutes later that he finally says, ]
It's how I remember things. People.
[ You. His brothers-in-arms. Family. Because they can be taken away from him anytime, these memories, these moments, the things that slip from his grasp that he doesn't yet know about. He doesn't want to lose them again. ]
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But he has an impression of it; how he had trusted him, how they'd gotten into trouble together, thick as thieves. It's long minutes later that he finally says, ]
It's how I remember things. People.
[ You. His brothers-in-arms. Family. Because they can be taken away from him anytime, these memories, these moments, the things that slip from his grasp that he doesn't yet know about. He doesn't want to lose them again. ]