His mouth presses slightly at Bucky's grim comment, but he doesn't deny it, or even look... uncomfortable, at the idea of inevitable violence.
Mostly he just looks resigned.
But then Bucky nudges his cup over and the expression disappears with the distraction. "Ah- thanks."
At least he has both hands again, that's a pleasant experience again. And he picks up his mug, but there's an obvious release of tension when Bucky says he will take him, and he smiles faintly.
"Thank you, Bucky." He can quite hide the relief in his voice, still. "A-and you can help, actually-- w-with my blindness, I mean, just- describing the room we're in is unbelievably helpful. But, er- that's neither here nor there, really."
He lifts his cup in a wry sort of cheers. "Just- let me know whenever you're able to make time for it. The sooner the better, of course, but- I'm hardly going anywhere, and the less we can disrupt our... our covers, I suppose, the better."
no subject
Mostly he just looks resigned.
But then Bucky nudges his cup over and the expression disappears with the distraction. "Ah- thanks."
At least he has both hands again, that's a pleasant experience again. And he picks up his mug, but there's an obvious release of tension when Bucky says he will take him, and he smiles faintly.
"Thank you, Bucky." He can quite hide the relief in his voice, still. "A-and you can help, actually-- w-with my blindness, I mean, just- describing the room we're in is unbelievably helpful. But, er- that's neither here nor there, really."
He lifts his cup in a wry sort of cheers. "Just- let me know whenever you're able to make time for it. The sooner the better, of course, but- I'm hardly going anywhere, and the less we can disrupt our... our covers, I suppose, the better."