[ It's not a good day for either of them. But that's - that's okay, it doesn't have to be all good days. It's never gonna be all good days, and what matters is them being able to be there on the bad days.
What matters is this.
He lets himself feel everything coming off Bucky, a rush of betrayal and disgust mingling with his own grief and anger, and it's a struggle to let it go, but he... he has Bucky. He has Bucky, and Bucky has him, and fuck it settling into their bed rolls and just holding on sounds like a brilliant plan. Sam moves towards the bedrolls, pausing to strip out of the layers of his disguise - keeping them close by just in case - before he pulls Bucky close again. ]
(Be selfish. It's just you and me here, sunshine, we can both need this.)
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What matters is this.
He lets himself feel everything coming off Bucky, a rush of betrayal and disgust mingling with his own grief and anger, and it's a struggle to let it go, but he... he has Bucky. He has Bucky, and Bucky has him, and fuck it settling into their bed rolls and just holding on sounds like a brilliant plan. Sam moves towards the bedrolls, pausing to strip out of the layers of his disguise - keeping them close by just in case - before he pulls Bucky close again. ]
( Be selfish. It's just you and me here, sunshine, we can both need this. )