[ He meets Bucky's gaze, calm and steady, no different than he would with anyone else. This has got to be hard as hell for Bucky, Sam can't even begin to know how much - well, he could, but he doesn't want to pry into Bucky's head to feel it anymore than Bucky wants him there - so the best he can do is keep treating Bucky like normal. Keep giving him space to be normal, to make decisions and sass off and have as much agency as he can.
Sam smiles, somewhere between pleased and proud and edging just a little bit into a cocky smirk as he gives a half-assed salute with his middle finger. ] Kiss my ass, Barnes.
[ There's a trickle of something softer across the mental link, though, something like anytime, as he turns on his heel to leave. ]
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Sam smiles, somewhere between pleased and proud and edging just a little bit into a cocky smirk as he gives a half-assed salute with his middle finger. ] Kiss my ass, Barnes.
[ There's a trickle of something softer across the mental link, though, something like anytime, as he turns on his heel to leave. ]