[Yasha follows at Bucky's heels as he heads to the background, tail down and ears pricked, alert for any further problems. He has to take a moment when he's in there to gather himself and force all of this down, push it under a mask of stoic acceptance. He's good at that, he learned how to endure a hell of a lot while never cracking, he can do one more night with Steve.
The poor bastard is still stood contemplating the sheets when he gets back with the medicine, so Bucky just sets down the medicine and looks about for other sheets.]
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The poor bastard is still stood contemplating the sheets when he gets back with the medicine, so Bucky just sets down the medicine and looks about for other sheets.]
You have replacements? I'll do it, sit down.