james.

Stretches, shirt riding up his torso, as he awaits for his coffee to finish brewing.

Exhaustion settles over his body, shoves him into a deep freeze; they feel paralysed, today. Hard to leave the bed. Can’t leave the bed.

🙂

i read the whole thing. got the books to prove it, too—only the hobbit’s from the first round of printing, though. read that when it came out. the rest. . . well, i’m sure you know your history. kid. i’ve got a resting bitch face, it’s nothing personal. show me, if you want.

that’s fair. it wasn’t really high up on the list. had to go through all the tolkien movies and then some. just didn’t really have the time for it either—but i guess i do, now. you gonna show me some of your legos?

don’t get your hopes up too high. . . . what, like the furniture company? kidding. i know what legos are. i’m indifferent to them, i guess. never actually got to play with ‘em.

“Yeah, he always went ‘round pickin’ fights,” they’re rinsing the butter knife before moving to grab some plates, “and I had to come clean him up. Guy knows how t’take a good beating, but he barely stood a chance back then.” Bucky grins, “Sure did, pal. Trust the process.”

He ever tell you ‘bout how I always picked him out the back alleys? Pff. [Gently closes the fridge door with a bump of his hips.] One PB&J, comin’ right up. [And he gets to work—butters the bread, pops it into the toaster.]

Steve’s got that habit, too. . . though it used to be the other way round, with me and him. Y’sure? I make a mean PB&J.

Strays that you all willingly pick up off the streets, it seems. Guess you know your friends well, huh? You want anything? Gonna make myself a sandwich.

no 💙 friendly acquaintances, maybe. reluctant teammates.