[ His head continues to throb. He starts to pull Bucky forward, maybe with intent to turn him around if he starts singing along —
(the welts are less noticeable on him: a long strip on the back of his neck, a thin tracing along the veins of his forearm.
he doesn't notice, the fault of being convinced, and needing to be in control)
He locks up at hang on, bewilderment readable on his face but there's a tightness in his chest, the unspoken part that catches him off guard this time. His fingers reflexively tighten and loosen on his shoulder. Features twist in discomfort. Conflicted, the force of some unknown, external threat weighed against a request that's a hook beneath his ribs that's not exactly new to him.
Swallows dryly. ]
Casablanca?
[ He's trying to bargain for a few more seconds. Shore himself up again. ]
You Bogart or Bergman?
[ A chill runs down his spine, eyes on the back of his neck. Hang on. ]
no subject
(the welts are less noticeable on him: a long strip on the back of his neck, a thin tracing along the veins of his forearm.
he doesn't notice, the fault of being convinced, and needing to be in control)
He locks up at hang on, bewilderment readable on his face but there's a tightness in his chest, the unspoken part that catches him off guard this time. His fingers reflexively tighten and loosen on his shoulder. Features twist in discomfort. Conflicted, the force of some unknown, external threat weighed against a request that's a hook beneath his ribs that's not exactly new to him.
Swallows dryly. ]
Casablanca?
[ He's trying to bargain for a few more seconds. Shore himself up again. ]
You Bogart or Bergman?
[ A chill runs down his spine, eyes on the back of his neck. Hang on. ]