"Oh." He nodded just slightly but didn't have anything further to add to that line of discussion. It probably came across as rude or that he was disinterested but he didn't really do anything to rectify it.
Bucky decided to settle his attention on the target instead of her during the short length of silence between them. He definitely didn't need as long as he was taking to calculate the right way to hit it -- he'd figured it out a while back already -- but not talking to people often meant he usually found himself unsure of what to say.
"It's short for something." His eyes narrowed a bit but it was hard to tell if that was because Freya had annoyed him by giving his nickname a nickname or if he was simply concentrating. Without any ceremony or warning he drew his arm back and thrusted the ball forward, hitting the intended destination dead center. He felt absolutely zero accomplishment or pride in the accomplishment.
"Happy?" Bucky finally turned back down to her, despite his briefness not sounding like he was leaning toward any particular emotion or another. Part of him was wanting her to tell him he could leave, but another part wasn't positive that he wanted to. He didn't know how to interact properly, no, but it was a bit like he found some sort of solace in the way she acted like he was... normal.
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Bucky decided to settle his attention on the target instead of her during the short length of silence between them. He definitely didn't need as long as he was taking to calculate the right way to hit it -- he'd figured it out a while back already -- but not talking to people often meant he usually found himself unsure of what to say.
"It's short for something." His eyes narrowed a bit but it was hard to tell if that was because Freya had annoyed him by giving his nickname a nickname or if he was simply concentrating. Without any ceremony or warning he drew his arm back and thrusted the ball forward, hitting the intended destination dead center. He felt absolutely zero accomplishment or pride in the accomplishment.
"Happy?" Bucky finally turned back down to her, despite his briefness not sounding like he was leaning toward any particular emotion or another. Part of him was wanting her to tell him he could leave, but another part wasn't positive that he wanted to. He didn't know how to interact properly, no, but it was a bit like he found some sort of solace in the way she acted like he was... normal.