Yeah, yeah. Sam knows, and he's not gonna try to take any of it from him. Not yet, and not about the shit that's happened in the past. The shit that involves Sam himself - that's a different story, but that's for the future. Not now.
There's glimmer around the edge of Sam's thoughts, a determination - we'll use the words, this time I won't hesitate - but he doesn't focus on it too long. This isn't the time to talk about that.
Instead, he tries to keep Bucky's attention, to just - talk. Keep Bucky's focus on him, give him something to distract him, and he just dives into a memory.
(This is practice for me. One time, back in the pipeline - we were doing this exercise, diving down to get rescue experience, and they've got us training with all these weighted pillows we're supposed to save. We drew faces on all of them, wrote stupid shit on the back so no one'd see it until they were under and pulling 'em out of shit. Lotta guys, they'd get panicked and tap out, but the handful of us - we'd get in trouble cause we'd start laughing underwater when we grabbed a pillow and saw 'Ramirez you ain't fooling no one about your Nsync album.')
He shares it, everything that goes along with the memory of the kind of shit he used to get up to in pararescue training. Lets this tank fade away and pulls Bucky along with him for the burn in your lungs that comes from holding back laughter.
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There's glimmer around the edge of Sam's thoughts, a determination - we'll use the words, this time I won't hesitate - but he doesn't focus on it too long. This isn't the time to talk about that.
Instead, he tries to keep Bucky's attention, to just - talk. Keep Bucky's focus on him, give him something to distract him, and he just dives into a memory.
( This is practice for me. One time, back in the pipeline - we were doing this exercise, diving down to get rescue experience, and they've got us training with all these weighted pillows we're supposed to save. We drew faces on all of them, wrote stupid shit on the back so no one'd see it until they were under and pulling 'em out of shit. Lotta guys, they'd get panicked and tap out, but the handful of us - we'd get in trouble cause we'd start laughing underwater when we grabbed a pillow and saw 'Ramirez you ain't fooling no one about your Nsync album.' )
He shares it, everything that goes along with the memory of the kind of shit he used to get up to in pararescue training. Lets this tank fade away and pulls Bucky along with him for the burn in your lungs that comes from holding back laughter.