[He just nodded. Steve had said all he could about Bucky for the moment. Anything else was beyond him. Steve squeezed the boy's hand, longing to pull him close again but fighting the urge. He'd have to let the kid go one day after all. Just because it made him feel better, like he was helping in some way, didn't mean he had the right to completely monopolize the kid's time.
The anger and the hurt in his eyes had to be obvious to Setsuna as he held the boy's gaze. Steve had never smoked before the serum simply because it would probably have killed him. Granted, he and Bucky had once or twice managed to steal a cigar or two to try, but it had made them both horribly sick. Actual smoking, however, had never been his thing. Even after the serum he hadn't bothered more than the occasional celebratory few puffs with his team. Back then, no one was told how damaging it was, or what their lives would be like years down the line. But to see his brother doing the same filthy thing that had done so much harm . . .]
[Steve did finally crush the cigarette, letting the dusty bits fall to the floor with a defiant gleam in his eye.]
I see. In that case, I suggest you reassess the situation. I won't let you kill yourself that way Setsuna. I'm like a bloodhound. I'll smell the damn things out if you every bring them near me, and I'll search your room too. I'll find any you try to hide. I'll make it so much work to smoke you won't have any choice but to give it up.
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Date: 2019-11-11 02:02 am (UTC)The anger and the hurt in his eyes had to be obvious to Setsuna as he held the boy's gaze. Steve had never smoked before the serum simply because it would probably have killed him. Granted, he and Bucky had once or twice managed to steal a cigar or two to try, but it had made them both horribly sick. Actual smoking, however, had never been his thing. Even after the serum he hadn't bothered more than the occasional celebratory few puffs with his team. Back then, no one was told how damaging it was, or what their lives would be like years down the line. But to see his brother doing the same filthy thing that had done so much harm . . .]
[Steve did finally crush the cigarette, letting the dusty bits fall to the floor with a defiant gleam in his eye.]
I see. In that case, I suggest you reassess the situation. I won't let you kill yourself that way Setsuna. I'm like a bloodhound. I'll smell the damn things out if you every bring them near me, and I'll search your room too. I'll find any you try to hide. I'll make it so much work to smoke you won't have any choice but to give it up.