InsaneJournal

Bucky had to admit, he was pretty glad to be making it back to his room after his morning counseling session. He sometimes wondered if he was overdoing it, but talking things through a few times a week really seemed to help him sort through his memories, along with the journals he continued to keep. He wasn't as worried about someone discovering his trigger words, though he was certainly hoping to figure out a way to remove them- or at least remove their power over him. So far, there didn't seem to be anyone from HYDRA on board, either, which he was glad for. Still, he couldn't help but wonder what might happen if somebody did decide to show up.

He'd swung by the mess hall, as it was nearly lunch time, and he'd decided to take a little something back to his room- he was pretty drained, but knew he'd need to eat at least some. He made it back, stepping inside and sinking down on one of the closest seats in the main living area. The rooms seemed sorta quiet for now, but Bucky hadn't really spent much time with his new roommate. The kid seemed nice enough, but they mostly saw each other in passing before. Leaning forward, Bucky unlaced his shoes and toed them off before settling back in his seat, hoping to relax for a few minutes and unwind.