[ Sam keeps holding Bucky's hand through that spike of nerves, waiting - just being here. It's been a while since they've done this, but he just sees that as progress.

They've come a long way, him and Bucky, and he doesn't care if that means he's all but lost without him.

He huffs out a little laugh at that, voice hoarse, as he presses his cheek against Bucky's hand. ]

Yeah. You're pretty damn good at keeping your promises. You want an update on what's going on? I don't know much cause it hasn't been a priority, but I can fill you in, grab you some food if you're hungry. [ Or he could just climb on the bed next to Bucky and never leave, but that's not quite as productive. ]