Jason looks down at the sheets, and it's only now that he truly takes in his perch, the end of Tim's bed, with Tim's food in his hands, and his eyes ache all over again. "Thanks," he says, meaning this and everything that came before it, apologies there behind it for ever thinking Tim couldn't have been this person to him back home.
"I won't take your bed," he says, "I still have mine, the one from before." He still has his cave, he can return to it. Probably should never have left it. "I don't understand why it happened," he murmurs, pushing a piece of fruit into his mouth. "We were just playing cards, Bucky, Lucy and me. And then we were in a Soviet bunker."
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Date: 2011-03-03 07:48 pm (UTC)"I won't take your bed," he says, "I still have mine, the one from before." He still has his cave, he can return to it. Probably should never have left it. "I don't understand why it happened," he murmurs, pushing a piece of fruit into his mouth. "We were just playing cards, Bucky, Lucy and me. And then we were in a Soviet bunker."