Bucky? Bucky smiles. It's a quick flicker, mouth turned upward before he follows him, "...I brought money so you only have to pay for ice cream like you promised."
He tries a grin but this backfires. Just a bit. Hard to look happy when you also look like a sadist.
They were probably going to have to work on expressing emotions if they wanted Bucky to blend in more with the general populace, but Sam caught that earlier tiny smile and pats Bucky's shoulder again.
"What kind of breed did you have in mind? Or did you just want to head over and see if any of the puppies there catch your eye?"
They finally make it to the diner, and he pulls the door open, gesturing the other man in and to one of the booths.
At least. Bucky held the menu up I can still read. In fact he could read English, french, German, Spanish and greek - and languages came considerably easier then they ever had before.
"Steve says something big is the best idea because he wants something that I can't..."
He lets Bucky choose what he wants, skimming over the choices before deciding on a burger and fries with a sundae for dessert.
"Maybe a Labrador Retriever then." Those were good dogs, intelligent and friendly - there was a reason why they were usually picked and trained as therapy dogs. "We'll see what other options they have at the shop."
"Something that can take the kind of hugs that I can give."
Bucky stares at something in the distance before examining the menu, "...I want a hamburger, curly fries, bacon on the hamburger, blu cheese two, and a sundae with waffles."
He imagines Bucky with a squirming armful of puppy, one that would place loving, slobbery dog kisses all over his face, and his smile is rather wide when he places their orders with the waitress he'd flagged down.
"There's lots to choose from, then. Plenty of sturdy breeds out there."
That sobers Sam's expression, and he reaches across the table to rest his hand on top of Bucky's.
"This is totally your decision to make, so don't feel like you have to do it all at once. We could just go and look at the pets, then come back to buy one another day." He gave his hand a light squeeze. "That said, you don't have to be scared of trying. I wouldn't even suggest getting you a dog if I didn't think you were at a stage where you could handle the responsibility."
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He tries a grin but this backfires. Just a bit. Hard to look happy when you also look like a sadist.
"...I have dog money too."
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"What kind of breed did you have in mind? Or did you just want to head over and see if any of the puppies there catch your eye?"
They finally make it to the diner, and he pulls the door open, gesturing the other man in and to one of the booths.
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"Steve says something big is the best idea because he wants something that I can't..."
he pauses, "break. Or that can't break me"
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"Maybe a Labrador Retriever then." Those were good dogs, intelligent and friendly - there was a reason why they were usually picked and trained as therapy dogs. "We'll see what other options they have at the shop."
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Bucky stares at something in the distance before examining the menu, "...I want a hamburger, curly fries, bacon on the hamburger, blu cheese two, and a sundae with waffles."
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"There's lots to choose from, then. Plenty of sturdy breeds out there."
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"This is totally your decision to make, so don't feel like you have to do it all at once. We could just go and look at the pets, then come back to buy one another day." He gave his hand a light squeeze. "That said, you don't have to be scared of trying. I wouldn't even suggest getting you a dog if I didn't think you were at a stage where you could handle the responsibility."