"Yes," he says, the word out of him before he has time to consider its implications, perhaps for the best. He finds that he means it completely, an unexpected clamor having sprung up behind his breastbone like a second heartbeat.
It isn't Barnes he wants so badly to see, it's Barnes by Rogers' hand.
Some part of him is aware that the potency of something like that may be too much too soon, but there is little more easing into this that either of them can effectively do at this point. All they've done is ease into it, dancing around each other like nervous animals, each debating the relative merits of bolting or allowing themselves to be devoured by the past. He's tired of running, and can only allow Rogers to carry the burden alone for so long.
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Date: 2014-12-06 06:29 am (UTC)It isn't Barnes he wants so badly to see, it's Barnes by Rogers' hand.
Some part of him is aware that the potency of something like that may be too much too soon, but there is little more easing into this that either of them can effectively do at this point. All they've done is ease into it, dancing around each other like nervous animals, each debating the relative merits of bolting or allowing themselves to be devoured by the past. He's tired of running, and can only allow Rogers to carry the burden alone for so long.