[As the edge of his headache curbs and subsides, he nudges Sam. He doesn't want anything transferring that he can handle himself; for good or for bad, he's been designed to take a lot of damage. However, he's not very proficient with feelings and Sam has too many of those right now for Bucky to provide a voice to all of them. His hand rests in the small of Sam's back, fingers spread to get as much skin-to-skin contact as possible. Here.
This is all he needs right now. Not relief from the headache or to be told everything's okay, because it's not okay. He only needs Sam here and now.]
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This is all he needs right now. Not relief from the headache or to be told everything's okay, because it's not okay. He only needs Sam here and now.]