[ He doesn't want to show the other how pleased he is at the compliment, but he feels raw and open and exposed in a way that he isn't used to. He isn't used to having his heart on his sleeve, every flicker of what he feels showing in his eyes. He stares back at Bucky, wide-eyed, and lets out a slow, shuddering breath. ]
Okay, okay. Yeah. I can do that. [ Yuri has to switch the knife from one hand, to the other to do so- and gripping it with his injured arm causes more blood to surface, running down his arm. Yuri watches, and wonders what it says about himself that he's oddly fascinated to see it.
He has to keep reminding himself to breath, as he brings his hand over the wounds, presses down as hard as he can stand, hissing through his teeth as he does. ]
You didn't do so badly yourself, old geezer. [ He adds, a little lamely. Knowing well enough that if not for Bucky watching his back, he probably would have been monster chow. ]
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Okay, okay. Yeah. I can do that. [ Yuri has to switch the knife from one hand, to the other to do so- and gripping it with his injured arm causes more blood to surface, running down his arm. Yuri watches, and wonders what it says about himself that he's oddly fascinated to see it.
He has to keep reminding himself to breath, as he brings his hand over the wounds, presses down as hard as he can stand, hissing through his teeth as he does. ]
You didn't do so badly yourself, old geezer. [ He adds, a little lamely. Knowing well enough that if not for Bucky watching his back, he probably would have been monster chow. ]