[Bucky looks away from Sam and nods. He knows he's dumb, that he's selfish. It takes to people to miscommunicate, but Bucky isn't a person. Sam's reluctance brushes against corrugated steel and Bucky can't help but feel that he's hurting Sam. No. He's helping. This will make everything easier.
But Sam says his name and Bucky bites his lip.]
(You didn't do anything wrong.) [He repeats, as if that will suddenly clear everything up.]
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But Sam says his name and Bucky bites his lip.]
( You didn't do anything wrong. ) [He repeats, as if that will suddenly clear everything up.]