@flower-child-soldier continued from X
“I thought you would.” She returned the smile, happy that the little gift would bring some joy. “Music is a powerful thing. It’s what helped me get some of my memories back.” She offered with a small shrug. Sure it was only little glimpses and flashes of memories, but it was something. “How’ve you been?” She asked as casually as she could, trying to pretend that wasn’t the real reason she had checked up on him.
Bucky appreciated it, thinking that it was a sweet gesture if nothing else. He hoped that it might jog something in his head, even if there wasn’t the highest hopes. “Yeah? I’m glad it’s helped.” He comments, sure it was at least a less jarring way to bring up a memory. “I’ve been alright. Gettin’ by.” He answers, “You?”
And there it was again. Shilo had to fight back an eye roll at how stubborn he could be. “Just because you can handle it doesn’t mean you have to do it alone.” She chided him gently. “You’re not the only one who still sleeps on the floor. I still get nightmares too.” She lowered her voice a tad, her eyes instinctively darting around to make sure they weren’t being listened to.
Bucky gives the tiniest furrow of eyebrows at the gentle reminder, knowing she was right, but it still didn’t feel like something that other people should shoulder. He can’t help but offer a sympathetic glance along with the lowered words, frown tipping the side of lips. “I– I do appreciate the concern. It’s just, I don’t think I’m ready to share.” He gives.
She offered a half smile, knowing he was being as honest as he could be. Shilo understood that it was hard to talk about. Even more than five years after her escape it was still tough to put into words. “Well, when you are, you know where to find me.” She bit her lip, hesitating briefly before finally spitting it out.
“Is it okay if I share with you? It’s okay if it’s too much for you, I don’t wanna be a burden, but I can’t talk to that shrink they assigned me. She’s awful.” Her sentences were sort of rushed together out of nerves. She didn’t want to be a source of added stress for him, but she felt like if she didn’t at least try to talk about it she would explode. He was the only one she felt she could really trust. “And it’s so weird trying to talk to anybody, really. I could be their grandmother, but they don’t have a clue because I look like them. And forget dating. Sometimes it feels like dealing with children.” She shook her head and sighed, eyes fixed down.