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[wipedclean]

[The soldier is usually pretty stern, intimidating, all that jazz, but right now he's downright grumpy. And... snarly. Clearly he's not in a good mood.]

Why. The fuck. Are these fucking fireflies everywhere?

[Speaking of, here's one fluttering against his shoulder right now. His hand slams down on top of it, squashing it. He growls.]

They are getting in the way and they are making Steve forget he has to eat. Is there a way to stop them other than crushing them one by one?

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[wormintheglass]

There's only one cure for that, dearheart.

[And she doesn't mean pretend it's not true or shoot everyone.]

Go. Make some sandwiches first. Share your food with your friend. Let him share his happiness. There's not such an abundance of it in this universe, is there? Too little to waste any.

[wipedclean]

[He sighs a little. Maybe that really is all he can do. As long as Steve eats... is it really so bad?

He still doesn't really like it.

But he nods.]