[The weight of Bucky up against his side is a comfort to himself. Selfishly, he thinks. But also thinks nothing of gently putting a hand on his shoulder. Carefully, the move flickering in his thoughts before he does so.]
[Along with the imagery of red waves. Water the color of familiar red metal -- it's not blood, not in his thoughts. Nothing so morbid.]
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[The weight of Bucky up against his side is a comfort to himself. Selfishly, he thinks. But also thinks nothing of gently putting a hand on his shoulder. Carefully, the move flickering in his thoughts before he does so.]
[Along with the imagery of red waves. Water the color of familiar red metal -- it's not blood, not in his thoughts. Nothing so morbid.]
[Just weird water. Alien water.]