Abby & Bucky
Bucky's eyes lit up. "My sister had that book. Little house on the Prairie. I read it to Alice and Ruth," his eyes lit up, remembering it vividly. "It was brand new when they were little." It'd been a present from a far flung aunt he thought. "That's a good idea no matter where it's from though." The memory of two little girls with dark brown curls in pink nightshirts curled on either side of him was new, and he cherished it a moment, holding it in his mind tightly to try to affix it there.
Abby's next words were sobering. He nodded, to show he got it, and didn't flinch when she touched him. "Thanks. I'd take down the people who hurt you too, if I could."