You would. He'd like you too. A lot.


[Steve was quiet for a little while, thinking.]


He's here. Bucky I mean. A version of him anyway. There was one on the island too, but he wasn't . . . He couldn't be with me. I'm not sure why, he never sat still long enough for me to ask. He just . . . kept running away. The one that's here isn't that same Bucky though. He's talked to me, a little. But it's not . . . not quite like . . . before . . .


[He sighed and shrugged, unable to go farther. It was so deeply confusing and complicated. It was easier to talk about the tickling, which Steve was starting to wonder about. Had it really been a good idea? He didn't know what else he could have done to try and cheer up the kid, especially when he started talking about his mother. That someone supposedly meant to love and care for him to be so cruel . . . Steve just couldn't understand how a person did that and he couldn't find words to help either.

Of course, the sudden appearance of a cigarette had Steve's full attention. He plucked it from Setsuna's fingers with a scowl, tempted to just crush it.]


Setsuna! Where did you get a cigarette from?