[ There's a barely a flicker of a muted denial when he feels Bucky's anxiety spike up, fading quickly into affection and appreciation when the breathing and counting settles into Sam as well.
He doesn't want to sleep, even though he can reluctantly admit that he needs it. He wants to stay here like this, with Bucky alive and conscious and remembering him, wants to bury himself into their brood bond until the memory of it aching and empty fades.
Sam grumbles a protest with the mental impression of a bird fluffing up its feathers disgruntledly, even as he shifts closer to Bucky to rest his forehead against Bucky's, eyes closed. ]
Thank you. For coming back.
[ For everything, really, but especially for that. For never giving up on either of them, despite a hell of a lot of reasons to and the programming that still shrieks in Bucky's mind and whispers in Sam's. ]
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He doesn't want to sleep, even though he can reluctantly admit that he needs it. He wants to stay here like this, with Bucky alive and conscious and remembering him, wants to bury himself into their brood bond until the memory of it aching and empty fades.
Sam grumbles a protest with the mental impression of a bird fluffing up its feathers disgruntledly, even as he shifts closer to Bucky to rest his forehead against Bucky's, eyes closed. ]
Thank you. For coming back.
[ For everything, really, but especially for that. For never giving up on either of them, despite a hell of a lot of reasons to and the programming that still shrieks in Bucky's mind and whispers in Sam's. ]