[Bucky offers a small smile in return for those feelings of warmth and relief. He's still not entirely used to people wanting him around, but it's nice all the same. The press to his shoulder reminds him of the night of the funeral, of how they clung to each other in the dark as they watched their fellow Nestmates with a barely-constrained grief.]
(Anything happen?) [Besides the obvious change of scenery.]
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( Anything happen? ) [Besides the obvious change of scenery.]