[ He's still more than a little jumpy with touch and he knows it, but at least he sees her hand coming and he doesn't move away from the touch. The metal of his arm is cold, but it still registers touch to his brain the way it always has, so much like a real arm that it might as well have nerves in it and maybe he doesn't trust her the way he trusts Steve (as if he'd ever trust anyone that much), but she's a connection to the man he used to be, even if it was only during the war, and that settles his mind a lot. ]
I'd love to.
[ There's something in his voice, a little more emotion than he usually lets through. Hell, it's probably more than he usually has. He can almost lose himself and pretend they're back in the war like this and who would've thought that that would be a preferable place for him? By the time they'd met, he'd already been a POW once. ]
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I'd love to.
[ There's something in his voice, a little more emotion than he usually lets through. Hell, it's probably more than he usually has. He can almost lose himself and pretend they're back in the war like this and who would've thought that that would be a preferable place for him? By the time they'd met, he'd already been a POW once. ]
I'm always hungry.