PSL for Renart

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[There's a beat of hesitation, before he leans in to wrap his arm around her shoulders companionably. He's not going to pull it again no matter what she says.]

Why didn't you tell me before?

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[When he touches her she glances over, eyebrows raised - with her behaviour lately she's shocked he's being his close - but she isn't going to complain. After a moment she leans against him.]

You had good intentions. I appreciate that you cared.

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Idiot.

[It's soft and fond, though there is a slight thread of exasperation running through it too.]

I want you to tell me this stuff. It doesn't matter what my intentions are, if what I'm doing is wrong.

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[She huffs quietly.]

I can try to be more honest, I suppose.

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Good, because I think we've had enough lies between us.

[It's an old wound, the lies, but it still sticks sometimes.]

So how about you start being honest about how you're feeling with Monty gone?

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....

[She goes quiet, and looks away.]

I don't want to.

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I know.

[Soft, but firm.]

But I think you need to.

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[She purses her lips.]

Can I finish my wine first?

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Depends. How much wine did you bring?

[Finish the glass, fine. Finish several bottles, not so much.]

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A couple of bottles.

[Yeahhhh she knows he isn't going to let her drink all of them and get totally plastered.]

... Finish this one with me, at least?

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You know it's pointless giving me a drink, right?

[But he holds out his hand for it all the same, because it'll stop her drinking the whole thing.]

The serum stops me from getting drunk.

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I don't care. It's better than drinking alone.

[She hands him the bottle.]

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[He obediently takes a swig from it, wiping off the neck before offering it back to her.]

How easy is it for you to get drunk?

[He knows that she can, but she's got more fortitude than a regular human too.]

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It depends on how much and how fast I drink.

[She takes the bottle back, taking a long sip.]

Hard liquor obviously makes it easier than wine.

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Sure, but can you do it by accident or do you have to be trying to get drunk?

[Because then he knows how worried he should be about her if he sees her drunk.]

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Well... it isn't easy to drink an enormous amount of liquor accidentally.

[She didn't bring enough wine for it, unfortunately.]

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Suppose you could always wish for more potent stuff.

[He shrugs, taking another drink of his own.]

But I prefer you sober.

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I prefer me sober, most of the time.

[Easier to stay in control that way.]

What were you like when you were drunk? Do you remember?

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[He shrugs, though there's no bitterness behind it as there sometimes is when he thinks of what he's forgotten.]

I kind of remember being cocky, like really cocky, and thinking I was hilarious. I was probably just really dumb.

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Probably.

[Most people are when they're drunk.

Still, she smiles.]

But you were probably a cute dumb.

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Yeah, probably.

[He shoots her a lopsided smile, and finishes up the bottle.]

Cute and dumb kind of sums up what memories I have of me from before. You should've seen Steve when he got drunk, he was a real lightweight because of his size, and he'd just get even more belligerent and stubborn. We got in a lot of fights when Steve drank.

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[She notes that the bottle is now empty and tries to ignore it, focus on his story.]

Yeah? Did you win them all?

[Tell her about drunken fights, Bucky.]

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Are you kidding? Steve picked way more fights than we could ever win, and he always seemed to go for the biggest guys in there.

[That's not fair, Steve only ever picked fights with those he saw as bullies, the ones who were disrespectful or cruel, but it sometimes felt like the man had gone out specifically looking for fights.]

I wasn't so bad, I used to box in high school so I knew my way around a fight, but I was always having to patch Steve up. Got pretty good at dealing with black eyes and split lips.

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[She chuckles trying to picture this all.]

Sounds like he's lucky to have had you.

[That's adorable. Steve was probably grateful, too.]

I didn't know you could box.

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Oh, yeah.

[He actually has a hint of enthusiasm in his voice, a pang of nostalgic fondness for a time when fighting still meant something other than death.]

I was a tri-state champion in school, I remember that I had this little cup that I won and my Ma polished it every week to make sure it shone. Maybe I would've carried it on, tried to be a proper boxer, but there wasn't a whole lot of money around and then the war happened.