[People very rarely come back. At least, in his experience. They don't just show up after leaving. After being taken away. But Bucky has. And to him, that means a lot. That means more than he can really say.]
[So he doesn't bother saying it. Just leans into him. Holds onto him. Gratitude and affection wrapped together in something he doesn't know how to name. He... cares about this person, about this man.]
[More than he thought he did, until Bucky came back.]
[He doesn't say anything, then. Maybe they don't need to. Maybe they can just sit like this for a while and be glad to see each other. That something went right.]
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[So he doesn't bother saying it. Just leans into him. Holds onto him. Gratitude and affection wrapped together in something he doesn't know how to name. He... cares about this person, about this man.]
[More than he thought he did, until Bucky came back.]
[He doesn't say anything, then. Maybe they don't need to. Maybe they can just sit like this for a while and be glad to see each other. That something went right.]
[Just once.]