[It's still very awkward, but it's also incredibly heartwarming, too. John ducks his head, glancing away. He wants to wrap the other man in a hug for that, but he's got a pack and a giant gun in his hands. Not ideal. His voice is softer, touched.]
Oh... right. Right.
[John licks his lips and clears his throat, trying to regain his metaphorical footing in the conversation.]
Yeah, I can get you a photo for that. You sure you don't want it with you in it, too?
[Do you want a friend selfie for your scrapbook, Bucky?]
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Oh... right. Right.
[John licks his lips and clears his throat, trying to regain his metaphorical footing in the conversation.]
Yeah, I can get you a photo for that. You sure you don't want it with you in it, too?
[Do you want a friend selfie for your scrapbook, Bucky?]