[Something in Bucky knows Sam would stop if he could, but he doesn't know where that sentiment came from either. Everything about this is too intimate for Bucky's comfort. Bucky's trying to pull back mentally but it's like trying to hold onto water and the noise in his head refuses to be muffled.
Sam's voice rises above the dyn, a lighthouse in the dark, and Bucky sets his mind to focus on that instead. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven--- Bucky breathes out on the silent eight to keep from syncing with Sam. Breathe in. Slower now, always a count after Sam, and it's not long until the turbulence in his head is stilling to a tolerable level, choppy waters instead of a hurricane.
He doesn't say thank you, but he is grateful.] You... used to work with veterans.
[That much is bleeding through unbidden, but maybe it's not such a bad thing in this case.]
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Sam's voice rises above the dyn, a lighthouse in the dark, and Bucky sets his mind to focus on that instead. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven--- Bucky breathes out on the silent eight to keep from syncing with Sam. Breathe in. Slower now, always a count after Sam, and it's not long until the turbulence in his head is stilling to a tolerable level, choppy waters instead of a hurricane.
He doesn't say thank you, but he is grateful.] You... used to work with veterans.
[That much is bleeding through unbidden, but maybe it's not such a bad thing in this case.]