[Bucky's doing another perimeter check when he starts noticing the strangeness. Suddenly, he doesn't really feel as tired, or on edge, or bitterly anxious as before, even though he's still just as aware of his surroundings and what's happening right now. He's not sure what it is until he stumbles upon Dillon, curled up in a ball against a tree looking all kinds of miserable, and while there's a moment of hesitation - what if he's different, what if he's from the other place, because he remembers his counterpart and this would be playing with all kinds of fire - he finds himself deciding it's worth it.
The Dillon from that other Barge wouldn't be curled up on the ground like this. He'd probably be reveling in it.
So he approaches, still with caution, not wanting to startle him.]
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The Dillon from that other Barge wouldn't be curled up on the ground like this. He'd probably be reveling in it.
So he approaches, still with caution, not wanting to startle him.]
Dillon? It's Bucky. What's going on?