[ Sam shifts absently as Bucky considers the tracks that Sam shows him, just enough to brush his fingers against Bucky's. It feels weird, not being in physical contact with him, is all. It's not like Sam needs it, he just - likes it.
He pulls up every angle he can of the tracks, trying to show Bucky as much detail as he remembers. There's an echo of the ache that Bucky feels - but not necessarily in a bad way, not like getting stuck in it. Sam misses Steve, a dull, bittersweet pain, and his mind curls around Bucky's in acknowledgement before he lets it go.
His expression lights up a little at Bucky's suggestion. It's a good idea, and honestly, Bucky's probably a lot better at any potential comparison than he is. ]
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He pulls up every angle he can of the tracks, trying to show Bucky as much detail as he remembers. There's an echo of the ache that Bucky feels - but not necessarily in a bad way, not like getting stuck in it. Sam misses Steve, a dull, bittersweet pain, and his mind curls around Bucky's in acknowledgement before he lets it go.
His expression lights up a little at Bucky's suggestion. It's a good idea, and honestly, Bucky's probably a lot better at any potential comparison than he is. ]
( Would you mind? )