c o n t a c t

[bracchium]

желание I know you are the answer, but I forgot the question.	печь There will always be a lie in believe.
один Whatever is static is dead.	рассвет The world is too quiet.

( CODE BY WHAMBAM )

Comments

[deployed]

( I can try. )

[ He still knocks before he enters, leaving the door ajar behind him. ]

Busy?

[ Though he's already in the room. The point where he could have avoided interrupting has come and gone. ]

[bracchium]

[Effort is half the battle these days. Bucky glances up at Bellamy, a sense of familiarity beyond the mental link falling into place like a comfortable blanket.]

Not really. [No offering help directly but not refusing it either.]

[deployed]

[ Bellamy doesn't press. Their bond settles, humming in the background as Bellamy crosses the room to lean against the wall. Casually. He's casual. Check him out. ]

You aren't much of a talker.

[ Understatement of the year. ]

Do you read?

[bracchium]

[So casual. Just about as casual as the soldier trying to mirror the open body language.]

Used to be. [A talker, that is. He thinks. At least more than he is now.] Reading not so much before. More now.

[That's how he's heard about the end of the war, about the multitude of conflicts that followed and seventy years of world history he missed.]