"I just want to get out, and since none of my friends have bothered to call me, or even try to call me, maybe they're not my friends anymore." Bucky looked over at Steve. "I'm used to being used. I just thought they would make an attempt." He bit his bottom lip. "And why not a dog? I've wanted a dog since I was a kid. Wanted a cat, before that, but Mom's allergic." He sighed and looked out the window, resting his head on the glass. Unlike his last car trip, when he'd been on the verge of a panic attack, the world still too fresh and too close after all he had been through, he now felt like he was in a bubble, insulated against the outside world. It was just him and Steve in here and nobody else. There was nobody outside clamoring for his attention or a photo.
"Dogs don't ask questions, either. They don't expect anything of you, don't have any plans for the future for you. You know, I totally forgot I was applying to colleges? I come back and there's all these emails... I missed my senior year of high school, so I'm going to have to take that over again."
Bucky looked over at Steve. "Not that I'm getting a dog. We're just going to look." But if Steve could infer that Bucky was planning on adopting a dog, then Bucky wasn't going to tell him otherwise.
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Date: 2014-06-10 04:14 pm (UTC)"Dogs don't ask questions, either. They don't expect anything of you, don't have any plans for the future for you. You know, I totally forgot I was applying to colleges? I come back and there's all these emails... I missed my senior year of high school, so I'm going to have to take that over again."
Bucky looked over at Steve. "Not that I'm getting a dog. We're just going to look." But if Steve could infer that Bucky was planning on adopting a dog, then Bucky wasn't going to tell him otherwise.