[When Sam's fingers brush against his, Bucky jumps a little. He's still doesn't entirely trust himself to not hurt Sam, but a deep breath allows him to steady and tangle his fingers in Sam's. The ache in his chest doesn't entirely ebb away with Sam's gentle touch, but at least it doesn't double or triple in strength. If he'd still been alone- isolated- the ache would have turned into guilt and grief and eaten deeper into his core.
But the way Sam's expression brightens brings a wave of affection from Bucky's end of the link.]
(I want to help.) [He wants to do something and feel useful again, to feel more like a person.]
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But the way Sam's expression brightens brings a wave of affection from Bucky's end of the link.]
( I want to help. ) [He wants to do something and feel useful again, to feel more like a person.]