[He'd seen Bucky from a ways out and had deliberately drifted closer. He's in uniform today, shield slung across his shoulders. He always moves like a soldier - it's instinct, now, an inescapable facet of his life - but his shoulders aren't so tense as normal, seeing his best friend.
Seeing the kid chow down on the pie, well. That even inspires a slight smile. He nods to Buck and the boy, but focuses on the former.]
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Seeing the kid chow down on the pie, well. That even inspires a slight smile. He nods to Buck and the boy, but focuses on the former.]
Sergeant. Who's your friend?