[ It doesn’t go without notice, the level of trust that means Bucky is okay with putting his back to him. Back in that clown car, Sam had been the one to put Bucky at his back, trusting that he wasn't gonna stick a knife through it. And he did, even back then, though a lot of it had been out of necessity. It's nothing like now, as he watches Bucky sit down in front of him.
Sam ain't exactly all that small himself, even if he could maybe feel it a little next to Bucky, and maybe it should feel awkward, two fully grown men sitting together on the floor. But Sam makes himself comfortable like he's done this before - he hasn't, not really, though he's definitely sat on the floor with a number of his vets. He tucks one leg in against him, sends the other sprawling out so he can settle easy behind Bucky, almost up against his back but not quite touching. ]
You need to adjust to get comfortable, go on ahead.
[ If this is too much, tell me, flows through the connection along with that, as he combs his fingers gently through Bucky's hair. ]
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Sam ain't exactly all that small himself, even if he could maybe feel it a little next to Bucky, and maybe it should feel awkward, two fully grown men sitting together on the floor. But Sam makes himself comfortable like he's done this before - he hasn't, not really, though he's definitely sat on the floor with a number of his vets. He tucks one leg in against him, sends the other sprawling out so he can settle easy behind Bucky, almost up against his back but not quite touching. ]
You need to adjust to get comfortable, go on ahead.
[ If this is too much, tell me, flows through the connection along with that, as he combs his fingers gently through Bucky's hair. ]