[Rumlow went quiet. He knew it was obvious. Knew Bucky was hardly too stupid to catch on. Yet, he just sat there, staring at his glass. 'Still serve.' The words sat in his mouth, uncomfortable. Burning. He knew he would have to spit them out someday. Knew he couldn't lie forever. Shouldn't, considering what they had now. Guilt wasn't something Rumlow felt much. Probably didn't feel it here either, but it didn't sit right leaving it unsaid.
His lips pressed together. He knew he was gonna say it. Had to. Even if he knew it might ruin their night. Rumlow's gaze flicked up once more, meeting Bucky's with an almost hesitant expression. This wasn't going to be easy.]
Served.
[He said. It was simple, but he was sure Bucky would get his point quickly.]
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His lips pressed together. He knew he was gonna say it. Had to. Even if he knew it might ruin their night. Rumlow's gaze flicked up once more, meeting Bucky's with an almost hesitant expression. This wasn't going to be easy.]
Served.
[He said. It was simple, but he was sure Bucky would get his point quickly.]
You know how I died, Bucky?