[ He's not exactly surprised. Seems like the three of them can't help talking around each other. He's not as easily dissuaded from the conversation as he might've been earlier in the week, though.
His hands have gone into his pockets again, a half-shake of his head, an almost smile pulling at one side of his lips as his gaze fixes on some space of ground between them, not really looking. A softness to match in his voice, a hint of something worn down at the edges. ]
I'd be doing a lot better if one of you'd help catch me up.
[ Don't keep trying to change the subject. If you know that Bucky's told him, you know he gave him less than the cliffnotes version. ]
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His hands have gone into his pockets again, a half-shake of his head, an almost smile pulling at one side of his lips as his gaze fixes on some space of ground between them, not really looking. A softness to match in his voice, a hint of something worn down at the edges. ]
I'd be doing a lot better if one of you'd help catch me up.
[ Don't keep trying to change the subject. If you know that Bucky's told him, you know he gave him less than the cliffnotes version. ]