[It takes a bit for John to come into the room. When he does, he's in his pajamas and houserobe. It takes him half a second--and a near heartattack--to recognize that it's Bucky in his room once more.]
Jesus, Bucky! [His hand drops from his pocket where he'd been going to a knife.] We have a door, y'know? One you can knock on. [The spoke of adrenaline when he'd been winding down isn't wholly welcome, but it only takes another moment for John to go from chastizing to concerned.]
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Jesus, Bucky! [His hand drops from his pocket where he'd been going to a knife.] We have a door, y'know? One you can knock on. [The spoke of adrenaline when he'd been winding down isn't wholly welcome, but it only takes another moment for John to go from chastizing to concerned.]
What's wrong? Has something happened?