[ Sam sucks in a breath at that flash of memory, but refuses to let himself get stuck in it, letting it drift away as he exhales. Fire burns under his skin, and it's - Sam's usual specialty is warmth but it doesn't feel like that's gonna help here.
He tries anyway, reaching out like fingers lacing through Bucky's, like the press of a hand to his forehead - like he can sooth away the burn if he just tries. ]
(You're okay, sunshine, you're okay. Stay here with me, you got your coin?)
[ Whatever the answer, Sam has his, and he pulls it out to run his thumb over the etched in wings. His other hand tangles in Buchanan's soft, feathery fur, and he focuses on both of them, on the way Buchanan nips lightly at his hand. Keeps his mind on those sensations, and passes them across the mental link. ]
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He tries anyway, reaching out like fingers lacing through Bucky's, like the press of a hand to his forehead - like he can sooth away the burn if he just tries. ]
( You're okay, sunshine, you're okay. Stay here with me, you got your coin? )
[ Whatever the answer, Sam has his, and he pulls it out to run his thumb over the etched in wings. His other hand tangles in Buchanan's soft, feathery fur, and he focuses on both of them, on the way Buchanan nips lightly at his hand. Keeps his mind on those sensations, and passes them across the mental link. ]