Because Steve was a gentleman, and precisely because he knew (at least to an extent) how Marie was feeing, he did not say 'now you know how I felt.' (If it had been Bucky, he would've said it without hesitation; but with Bucky, he knew Steve was only teasing.) So instead, he wrapped his arm fully around Marie's shoulders, pulling her a little against his side. "Sorry this all got sprung on you so fast. It's pretty overwhelming."
He glanced over at Bucky, who was watching the two of them with a closed expression. He didn't seem upset though. Almost... calculating. Contemplating the repercussions of the whole situation. Steve had a head for strategy, but Bucky was no slouch himself, and was better at it even than Steve, at least when it came to interpersonal relationships, just by dent of more experience. He understood people, and their motivations, better than Steve ever had, for some reason. Steve had even complained on occasion that he didn't understand why people acted a certain way or other; Bucky's response had always equated to 'I know you don't. That's what makes you special.' Which explained absolutely nothing, but at least he said it affectionately, and never condescendingly.
Steve widened his eyes at his friend, a clear expression of 'well? are you going to help or what?'
Bucky gave a sigh, leaning forward in his chair so he was marginally closer to Marie. "This doesn't really change anything, ya know," he said quietly. "I mean yeah, two soulmates is kinda rare, and a whole... triangle thing is really rare. But Stevie and me, if he didn't tell ya - we kinda come as a set anyway. So, the thing is... this doesn't really change much, or it doesn't have to. Me, and Steve, we've never had to look for a soulmate. We didn't grow up wondering and imagining what this whole encounter would be like, or what might happen afterward. So, this is your chance to let us know what you want to happen. It's up to you. You wanna get to know us for a little bit, that's fine. If you wanna head home and wrap your head around it for a while, that's fine, too. Or something else. Just let us know."
Steve relaxed as Bucky spoke, saying the words that had been circling around in his brain since he'd first touched Marie, but hadn't had any clue how to say.
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Date: 2016-11-20 08:23 pm (UTC)He glanced over at Bucky, who was watching the two of them with a closed expression. He didn't seem upset though. Almost... calculating. Contemplating the repercussions of the whole situation. Steve had a head for strategy, but Bucky was no slouch himself, and was better at it even than Steve, at least when it came to interpersonal relationships, just by dent of more experience. He understood people, and their motivations, better than Steve ever had, for some reason. Steve had even complained on occasion that he didn't understand why people acted a certain way or other; Bucky's response had always equated to 'I know you don't. That's what makes you special.' Which explained absolutely nothing, but at least he said it affectionately, and never condescendingly.
Steve widened his eyes at his friend, a clear expression of 'well? are you going to help or what?'
Bucky gave a sigh, leaning forward in his chair so he was marginally closer to Marie. "This doesn't really change anything, ya know," he said quietly. "I mean yeah, two soulmates is kinda rare, and a whole... triangle thing is really rare. But Stevie and me, if he didn't tell ya - we kinda come as a set anyway. So, the thing is... this doesn't really change much, or it doesn't have to. Me, and Steve, we've never had to look for a soulmate. We didn't grow up wondering and imagining what this whole encounter would be like, or what might happen afterward. So, this is your chance to let us know what you want to happen. It's up to you. You wanna get to know us for a little bit, that's fine. If you wanna head home and wrap your head around it for a while, that's fine, too. Or something else. Just let us know."
Steve relaxed as Bucky spoke, saying the words that had been circling around in his brain since he'd first touched Marie, but hadn't had any clue how to say.