[Bucky curls around Sam in an instant, arm wrapped about Sam and pulling him close. He doesn't want to think any more about the conversations he's had tonight, or the worry that Sam might be next. Out here, away from it all, he can fool himself into thinking none of it exists. Out here, all that exists is him and Sam.
If Sam needs skin to skin contact, Bucky won't stop him. In fact, Bucky is pulling off his shirt before he realizes what he's doing. That, too, goes into the pile of fabric before he re-centers himself around Sam here and alive.
Alive. Heart beating. Skull intact.
Alive.
Sam's got him and he's got Sam. That's all he needs.]
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If Sam needs skin to skin contact, Bucky won't stop him. In fact, Bucky is pulling off his shirt before he realizes what he's doing. That, too, goes into the pile of fabric before he re-centers himself around Sam here and alive.
Alive. Heart beating. Skull intact.
Alive.
Sam's got him and he's got Sam. That's all he needs.]