[Steve feels the breath catch in his chest, his pencil stilling in his grasp, the words resting against him like a brick. It's always such a relief to hear Bucky utter anything so familiar, even if he might not remember the exact context. It makes him happy, but it also makes him ache to know the pain remembering will cause his friend over time.
Sometimes, he wonders if it's a kindness or cruelty to help the man remember.
But he doesn't let it dwell, instead finding air of his lungs and his pencil scratching against paper again.]
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Sometimes, he wonders if it's a kindness or cruelty to help the man remember.
But he doesn't let it dwell, instead finding air of his lungs and his pencil scratching against paper again.]
Jerk.