[Bucky glances back over to Steve at the nudge to his side. One thing he definitely needs to improve upon is hiding thoughts and emotions from Steve. He hates seeing how little things continue to affect his friend, how life becomes just a bit more difficult for Steve every time Bucky opens his mouth.]
Are they like the hot dogs? [Because honestly, the hot dogs weren't quite hot dogs, but close enough to serve Bucky's faulty memory. Milkshakes sound good, if they're on the same level as Concordia's hot dogs.] We'll get both.
[Decision's already made. If Steve wants milkshakes, then they're getting milkshakes.
Before them, the doors sweep open and Bucky steps out into the street, taking in the bustling bodies.]
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Are they like the hot dogs? [Because honestly, the hot dogs weren't quite hot dogs, but close enough to serve Bucky's faulty memory. Milkshakes sound good, if they're on the same level as Concordia's hot dogs.] We'll get both.
[Decision's already made. If Steve wants milkshakes, then they're getting milkshakes.
Before them, the doors sweep open and Bucky steps out into the street, taking in the bustling bodies.]