[He hesitates. Another choice. He's not sure how to feel about all of these choices. It was easy to be given missions, follow orders, do as he was told. Now that he's supposed to decide things for himself, he finds he's a little stuck.
But Steve... he knew him. He knows him, or is supposed to, but not "supposed to" in the way that he wasn't "supposed to" make his own decisions or have irrelevant emotions or disregard orders. "Supposed to" in the way that it's... part of the person he was. Before. He doesn't know if he wants to be that person again, but he does want to know more about him, about why Steve seems to be the key to all of it.
So he takes a step out of the corner, into the light, toward Steve. Then he takes another step, but he stays about five feet away.
The question makes him frown. It seems familiar for some reason, though he can't put a finger on why.]
No.
[He hadn't trusted the food provided by his kidnappers. Also, he had bigger concerns.]
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But Steve... he knew him. He knows him, or is supposed to, but not "supposed to" in the way that he wasn't "supposed to" make his own decisions or have irrelevant emotions or disregard orders. "Supposed to" in the way that it's... part of the person he was. Before. He doesn't know if he wants to be that person again, but he does want to know more about him, about why Steve seems to be the key to all of it.
So he takes a step out of the corner, into the light, toward Steve. Then he takes another step, but he stays about five feet away.
The question makes him frown. It seems familiar for some reason, though he can't put a finger on why.]
No.
[He hadn't trusted the food provided by his kidnappers. Also, he had bigger concerns.]
My arm didn't work.