[The names mean nothing to him, not now at least, but there's no hiding Shiro's continued concern and anxiety regarding Lavellan. That meant Bucky could still trust him, even while his memories continue to sort themselves out. He eases his arm out of the space between them to curl about Shiro's shoulder and pull him in closer. The weight on his shoulder reminds him of a night of grief, of anxiety, of hurried conversations in the dark.
Shiro's sentiment is familiar, too. Sam expressed something similar and, the more memories that return, the more Bucky feels that he's had the same experience. There's nothing really to say in response, nothing Bucky can find to somehow ease those worries, so he simply holds Shiro a bit tighter.
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Shiro's sentiment is familiar, too. Sam expressed something similar and, the more memories that return, the more Bucky feels that he's had the same experience. There's nothing really to say in response, nothing Bucky can find to somehow ease those worries, so he simply holds Shiro a bit tighter.
He's back. He's awake. So is Sam.]