[ Sam eases up a little, not pulling back so much as settling down, sinking into their connection as it is. They're both already in each other's heads more than Sam'd thought they'd ever be, and Sam'll let that be for the moment.
His point has been made, he's pretty sure. He's not gonna lie to either of them.
He's unable to keep down the snort of laughter, even as he rolls his eyes. That's who Bucky is to him right now: the little shit that asks him questions like that, who wants affection and companionship at the same time as he has no idea what to do with it and doesn't think he deserves it, who struggles with himself and the things he's done and where to go from here - who's a stubborn ass about doing it alone.
It's no wonder that Sam's found himself liking the guy. ]
I am a fucking delight, Barnes, can't you feel the rays of sunshine?
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His point has been made, he's pretty sure. He's not gonna lie to either of them.
He's unable to keep down the snort of laughter, even as he rolls his eyes. That's who Bucky is to him right now: the little shit that asks him questions like that, who wants affection and companionship at the same time as he has no idea what to do with it and doesn't think he deserves it, who struggles with himself and the things he's done and where to go from here - who's a stubborn ass about doing it alone.
It's no wonder that Sam's found himself liking the guy. ]
I am a fucking delight, Barnes, can't you feel the rays of sunshine?