@ACrystalShield Bucky chuckled at the remark the other soldier made at something as small as a puppy, nose even wrinkling slightly --

@ACrystalShield -- from his widely spread out smile. "I think he could say the same for you, y'know?" Retorted Bucky, amusement tinting --

@ACrystalShield -- his voice as he raised his hand to run through the blonde's hair lazily. "Love you, jerk."

@ACrystalShield Bucky doesn't make much protest in following, nodding his head once as he stood onto two feet. Sylvia was someone he --

@ACrystalShield -- could in fact trust with his life, even though that thought made him flinch. Entrusting HYDRA with his life, or --

@ACrystalShield -- rather being forced to, was a mistake that lead to so much damage. To his health, mental and physical, to lives of --

@ACrystalShield -- innocent people, to...everything, in the long run. And still, this soldier trusted him, even after the monstrous --

@ACrystalShield -- crimes he had committed. It was enough to make his heart swell less from the guilt that consumed him. "Should I sleep --

@ACrystalShield -- on the couch?" Asked the former Winter Soldier, voice lowering an octave from it's normal one.

@ACrystalShield Bucky's mind is clogged up with thoughts, a number too many too count. His hands shake, crossed over his lap, as he --

@ACrystalShield -- lets out an equally as shaky breath. Trying to calm his nerves took more energy than it ever should've, and he --

@ACrystalShield -- recoiled at the thought of just passing out right then and there. He was just so tired, and as time ticked in seconds --

@ACrystalShield -- that felt like sheer minutes, his eyelids got heavier and heavier. But he can't sleep, not now. In the back of his --

@ACrystalShield -- mind, it's as if a quiet, barely working but still there, alarm has been set off. He slowly moves to get on two feet, --

@ACrystalShield -- a grunt parting his brims as he rises up to stand up straight yet again. "Sylvia?" He calls out quizzicaly, using the --

@ACrystalShield -- beige colored wall on his side as support. "Are you alright?" The man asks again, tone softer now that he was --

@ACrystalShield -- practically drained of all energy. Though, he hesitates before taking anymore steps forward, blue hues plastered onto --

@ACrystalShield -- the ground. "Can...can I come in? I want to see if you're alright." That's one thing he remembers their relationship --

@ACrystalShield -- being based off of: honesty.