[The remains of Bucky's earlier headache begin to sneak up as Sam strokes a hand down his back. He was exhausted and stressed beyond measure even before Lavellan's death and now everything surrounding his passing has made it worse. All he wants is to lay out here away from all the deception and disguises and lying, with Sam, his broodmate and dearest friend and comrade. There's something more, a love that roots deep inside him, but that won't necessarily make him want something physical. He's not sure he even can do something physical if he so wanted.
Sam says it's all bonus, but that's not how it feels.
Tonight, he only wants to exist, nothing more.]
(Sam.) [He tucks his head against Sam's, unable to find any more words.]
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Sam says it's all bonus, but that's not how it feels.
Tonight, he only wants to exist, nothing more.]
( Sam. ) [He tucks his head against Sam's, unable to find any more words.]