[ He follows when Bucky tugs him closer, lets one arm wrap around Bucky and the other rest between them, hand on Bucky's chest as he breathes.
Just be here, Sam can do that. He strokes a hand soothingly over Bucky's back, no intent, just - he's not sure if he's giving reassurance or seeking it, maybe both.
He's always figured that Bucky's not ready for anything else, that he doesn't want anything else - that he may never want anything else. Having it confirmed - it doesn't matter, and Sam'd feel guilty at making Bucky feel uncomfortable, but there's already one of them spiking guilt.
Instead he breathes, slow and even, in to the count of seven and out to the count of eleven. ]
(I don't care. All of that, any of that, it'd just be bonus, Bucky, I don't need -) [ Sam pauses to collect his thoughts, to try to make his mind make some kind of sense here. ] (It doesn't matter. You matter.)
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Just be here, Sam can do that. He strokes a hand soothingly over Bucky's back, no intent, just - he's not sure if he's giving reassurance or seeking it, maybe both.
He's always figured that Bucky's not ready for anything else, that he doesn't want anything else - that he may never want anything else. Having it confirmed - it doesn't matter, and Sam'd feel guilty at making Bucky feel uncomfortable, but there's already one of them spiking guilt.
Instead he breathes, slow and even, in to the count of seven and out to the count of eleven. ]
( I don't care. All of that, any of that, it'd just be bonus, Bucky, I don't need - ) [ Sam pauses to collect his thoughts, to try to make his mind make some kind of sense here. ] ( It doesn't matter. You matter. )