[ Anywhere but here sounds about good to him. He doesn't question it the way he might if he were a little more sober, or if he hadn't been detaching so damn hard since Lavellan's death and having it all come down on him now.

It'd be hard to feel Bucky's anger at him if he wasn't so damn angry with himself at the moment. Now, it fits - they've gotta direct their anger somewhere, and sending it at what killed Lavellan or this damn pilgrimage or the Nest itself or how many people fought Sam when he tried to stop them from taking the symbiote and brain with them like a sideshow attraction -

It's just easier to turn it on Sam himself right now, is all. His fingers lock with Bucky's as he holds onto his hand like a lifeline. ]

His mind trips over itself with what he wants to say, a tangled up mess of sorry and thank you that manages to be both of them and neither - he's sorry for all the things he couldn't do, for the state he's in right now, but he's still so damn grateful to Bucky for not running without him. ]

( Let's go. )