[ Bucky's silence is echoed back at him, though Sam stays relaxed, doing his best to make it companionable. His touch lingers as he braids, as much about just touching in a way that might bring some kind of comfort as it is about making sure the braids and the feathers will hold. ]
Okay. We're good, back to making you pretty.
[ And he's going to leave it at that, or at least he means to. He still wants to help, of course. He wants to let warmth spill over to help combat the programming, not to overtake it, just to support, to help Bucky pull out more of who he is, whoever that's gonna be - he wants more smiles, more sass, even more anger and irritation. He wants more of the Bucky who said you couldn't have done that earlier and get out Wilson and even next time is the last time, who jumped in front of the spider kid and brought him a coin and likes feathers in his hair.
He wants, and that's the problem. He wants, not Bucky. He can't say any of that. Except apparently he doesn't have to, because it slips out through their connection despite the fact that his shields are up as strong as they usually are. It's a wordless impression, but it's as clear as if he'd actually organized his thoughts enough to put them to words.
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Okay. We're good, back to making you pretty.
[ And he's going to leave it at that, or at least he means to. He still wants to help, of course. He wants to let warmth spill over to help combat the programming, not to overtake it, just to support, to help Bucky pull out more of who he is, whoever that's gonna be - he wants more smiles, more sass, even more anger and irritation. He wants more of the Bucky who said you couldn't have done that earlier and get out Wilson and even next time is the last time, who jumped in front of the spider kid and brought him a coin and likes feathers in his hair.
He wants, and that's the problem. He wants, not Bucky. He can't say any of that. Except apparently he doesn't have to, because it slips out through their connection despite the fact that his shields are up as strong as they usually are. It's a wordless impression, but it's as clear as if he'd actually organized his thoughts enough to put them to words.
Well shit. That's... new. ]