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Bucky lives at #100 David Cliff Apartments, though he does not often sleep there. Any message left for him there will, however, be received.

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[He shakes his head, relieved that he seems to have finally said the right thing.]

I think you oughta be in bed.

[He nods towards the glass in her hand.]

Finish that, then I'll go.

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[Daisy doesn't want him to go, and she almost says it, but thank God she didn't. It would've just been one more awkward thing she'd have to deal with tomorrow.]

I could go for some pizza.

[Daisy mutters, loud enough for Bucky to probably hear.

Yes that was a hint. Since, you know, he wanted her to sit.]

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It'll probably just make you sick.

[Grease and alcohol, as far as he's aware, isn't the best combination.]

Water, then sleep.

[morethan084]

[Daisy rolls her eyes, throwing her head back dramatically.]

You bring up pizza, then deny me pizza. You’re mean.

[Yeah, she doesn’t remember being the one to bring it up in the first place.]

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[He folds his arms, unimpressed.]

Sure, if that makes you feel better, I'm denying you pizza. Drink your damn water.

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[Daisy sips at her water, watching him.]

Y’going to just stand there?

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Until you've finished your water and you can head to bed, yeah.

[He's not about to leave her to her melancholy, but what else is he supposed to be doing?]

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There’s other seats.

[Daisy hints, closing her eyes again for a minute as the room spinning is making her feel sick.]

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[There's the tiniest of sighs, but then there's also the quiet sound of a chair being pulled out.]

You need a bucket?

[Because she looks a little green around the gills.]

CW: vomit

[morethan084]

[Daisy licks her lips before shaking her head.]

No. M’good.

[She opens her eyes to look at him, and quickly changes her mind when the room tilts sickeningly.]

N’second thought. Yeah.

[Daisy quickly gets to her feet, or as quickly as she can and makes a beeline for the sink. Dropping the glass of water along the way.]

CW: vomit

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[Luckily, of all the disgusting things he's seen, vomit doesn't even rank up there among the top twenty, so he's not particularly phased when she dashes for the sink. It's annoying because it means she'll have undone whatever good getting the water into her would have done, but at least it'll purge some of the alcohol from her system.

He doesn't follow, letting her get it all up in the sink. Instead, he bends to pick up the pieces of the fallen glass, wiping away the water.]

[morethan084]

[So maybe it was a good call on his part to not give her the pizza. She’s not even thinking about the mess she made with the glass until she’s done puking, for now and turns around to see Bucky cleaning it up.]

Sorry.

[Not just about the glass, about him being dragged into this whole mess too. Leaning heavily against the sink, Daisy slides down to sit on the ground.]

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Forget it.

[He half shrugs as he finishes sweeping up the last of the glass and putting it into the trash. He can't lie and say this is what he wanted to do with his night, not when he's already on edge from everything that's happened, but it's not her fault.]

You can make it up to me by going to bed.

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[Wiping at her nose with the back of her hand, she lets it fall limply to the floor.]

M’just going to sleep here. S’good enough.

[And getting up is way too much effort right now.]

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[He considers letting her.

It's not like a night on the floor will do her any real harm, and he's slept a lot worse places. But she has a bed, and she's going to feel rough enough tomorrow with a hangover without adding stiff joints into the mix.

He hesitates, before stepping in close and just bending to try and scoop her up.]

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No, you don’t have to—-

[But he’s already scooping her up into his arms and in all honesty? She’s not about to fight him over it.

Instinctively she leans her head in his shoulder, because the last time he carried her—

Things were just different.]

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[She doesn't fight him, not really, and so he doesn't bother to respond to her half hearted protests. She'll probably be able to feel how tense he is, the shoulder under her head hard as rock, but his touch is careful and gentle.

He doesn't know which one is her room, so he'll just find the first one with a bed and lay her down in it, making sure she's on her side in case she's sick again in the night.

There's a moment where he just watches her, silent, and then he's turning to ghost away.]

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[Once she’s on the bed, Daisy reaches for his hand but he’s already walking away. Letting out a heavy side, Daisy tucks her hand under the pillow.]

Thank you.