The first thought that filters through, apart from the flurry of desperate denials, is how could this have happened? Sunshine had seen Bucky just a couple of weeks ago! There'd been good-natured teasing, and maple-pecan pumpkin bars, and lots and lots of dishes. The memory makes her eyes sting. How...
But the question is met almost immediately by the backlash - so stupid - he's a soldier fighting a war, Sunshine. Was a soldier fighting a war. How does she think this happened?
But it's not enough. She... she has to know. Rae looks around the room for any sign of - Steve. There.
The discarded duffel and the fallen coat completely forgotten, Rae approaches Steve's booth. There's no question of whether or not there's been some mistake. Steve's devastation is clear, both in his manner and in the shadows that cross his face, their red-lined edges bright as fresh blood.
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But the question is met almost immediately by the backlash - so stupid - he's a soldier fighting a war, Sunshine. Was a soldier fighting a war. How does she think this happened?
But it's not enough. She... she has to know. Rae looks around the room for any sign of - Steve. There.
The discarded duffel and the fallen coat completely forgotten, Rae approaches Steve's booth. There's no question of whether or not there's been some mistake. Steve's devastation is clear, both in his manner and in the shadows that cross his face, their red-lined edges bright as fresh blood.
"Steve?"