[ Bucky's right about the isolation. It's a hard line between someone taking space and isolating, between running to get your mind off things and running away to avoid dealing with your problems - more than anything, no one should have to go through any of this alone. Especially not Bucky, with just how damn long he's spent being so utterly alone.
Maybe when Sam's not quite as drunk he'll remember to circle back to running, to suggest them doing it together, invite Bucky along on his morning runs when they're back at the Station. But right now he's focused on the act itself, on the steady pound of his feet as he hits his stride, on the measured, even breaths.
It's - a relief, it's always a relief when he feels that it's not just him, that neither of them could be alone right now. His thoughts may be muddied at the moment, even as they stop to start to unpack, but the relief of being able to be himself out here is clear enough.
The blurry whirlwind in Sam's mind stops when the pair of stuffed animals hits the sand. It catches and holds as he picks them up, remembering when he'd slid them into his own pack as they left the Station and now Bucky doing the same -
It's what he needs to focus, to pull his attention in to right now, and he gently sets them on one of the rocks, out of the sand. ]
(I got you pissed off?) [ He makes it a question, instead of a statement, even though he can feel that Bucky's angry at him without needing confirmation. And it's not like that's exactly news, they kind of have a history of getting each other all pissed off, it's just right now he doesn't know why.
Sometime to do with him being drunk, he thinks, but he'll wait before he starts going anywhere with that. ]
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Maybe when Sam's not quite as drunk he'll remember to circle back to running, to suggest them doing it together, invite Bucky along on his morning runs when they're back at the Station. But right now he's focused on the act itself, on the steady pound of his feet as he hits his stride, on the measured, even breaths.
It's - a relief, it's always a relief when he feels that it's not just him, that neither of them could be alone right now. His thoughts may be muddied at the moment, even as they stop to start to unpack, but the relief of being able to be himself out here is clear enough.
The blurry whirlwind in Sam's mind stops when the pair of stuffed animals hits the sand. It catches and holds as he picks them up, remembering when he'd slid them into his own pack as they left the Station and now Bucky doing the same -
It's what he needs to focus, to pull his attention in to right now, and he gently sets them on one of the rocks, out of the sand. ]
( I got you pissed off? ) [ He makes it a question, instead of a statement, even though he can feel that Bucky's angry at him without needing confirmation. And it's not like that's exactly news, they kind of have a history of getting each other all pissed off, it's just right now he doesn't know why.
Sometime to do with him being drunk, he thinks, but he'll wait before he starts going anywhere with that. ]