( has anyone ever been as pleased to see mr chatty in this moment as seoraj is? --well, sure, maybe steve, actually, but the point remains that under the circumstances, he (and his weapon, bless his weapon) are a sight for sore eyes. and shoulders, and torso, and it doesn't hurt exactly but there's a warm sensation at the back of his thigh that probably means blood, and nothing good. there's no time to worry about any of that, though, and he doesn't; he can still carry cage, he can still move, so he hurries, adjusting the dead weight over his shoulders to sit better so he can jog forward, clapping his free hand against Bucky's good shoulder when he joins him.
under said circumstances, he isn't exactly his own usual chatty self, but there are important details worth imparting: )
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under said circumstances, he isn't exactly his own usual chatty self, but there are important details worth imparting: )
He's not dead.
( --in case he was, uh, wondering. )