[Sam is clearly not okay and Bucky feels that he's only parroting Sam's usual sentiment, but finds himself met with an overwhelming wash of emotion. This is what Sam needs, Bucky reminds himself, even as that love gets too warm. He wants to help Sam, despite his anger and nausea, and to do that he needs to stay right where he's at, to take in the wash of feelings.
He's deeply uncomfortable, but he carefully curls an arm about Sam's waist in a one-armed hug. Sam loves him, he knows that, and the reverse is true as well, but verbalizing that would take what amounts to an insurmountable degree comfort with expressed emotion.
Instead of saying anything, tactful or not, he nods his head on Sam's shoulders.
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He's deeply uncomfortable, but he carefully curls an arm about Sam's waist in a one-armed hug. Sam loves him, he knows that, and the reverse is true as well, but verbalizing that would take what amounts to an insurmountable degree comfort with expressed emotion.
Instead of saying anything, tactful or not, he nods his head on Sam's shoulders.
Yeah, he knows.]