[ Sam laughs, low and warm, letting a quiet, amused affection bubble through their mental link. ]
Story of my life, man.
[ He's joking, too, but hell, it's true - not that Sam wants to get all philosophical right now.
Really, Sam's not exactly surprised when the memory slips through. It's almost familiar, except for this being a memory instead of them talking about Barnes. He's heard that Barnes was once charming, outgoing, but it's different knowing that and seeing the memory of his face lit up in a smile. For a moment, Sam wonders if he's supposed to acknowledge it or pretend like it hadn't slipped through Steve's shields, but... it's Steve. Sam doesn't like pretense with him. ]
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Story of my life, man.
[ He's joking, too, but hell, it's true - not that Sam wants to get all philosophical right now.
Really, Sam's not exactly surprised when the memory slips through. It's almost familiar, except for this being a memory instead of them talking about Barnes. He's heard that Barnes was once charming, outgoing, but it's different knowing that and seeing the memory of his face lit up in a smile. For a moment, Sam wonders if he's supposed to acknowledge it or pretend like it hadn't slipped through Steve's shields, but... it's Steve. Sam doesn't like pretense with him. ]
You didn't join him much?