mr. bucket; buckets of fun (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sgt_barnesjb) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
No, no one here was 'okay.' They'd all experienced their fair share of trauma, loss, pain, basically been put through the ringer and left to dry in this hell hole -- well, that might've been extreme. Bucky had been kept in some pretty shitty places throughout his life and this town really wasn't that bad; just the circumstances themselves were hellish. They'd all 'been through some shit' and Bucky would never presume his issues were more important or worse than anyone else's as though it was the world's worst pissing contest. He was just having a bad night, and wanted to be done with it.
He didn't want to go back to his place, because he'd just be alone and probably pace and maybe put a hole in the wall with his fist in a feeble attempt to get some sort of emotional release. That wouldn't be productive and it sure as hell wouldn't help him feel better. That was why he'd just stepped outside and away from the door.
"It's okay," he said, even though he knew Clint wasn't actually sorry. "You're allowed." He almost smirked, but it was stifled by his mood. He could tread around the subject lightly, try to get Clint to admit he'd followed him out but they both knew he had. So rather than make small talk about it he just let his gaze fall to the ground. "I should've probably skipped this opening. I don't know why I thought it'd be good for me to come."