[ There's a tight curl of affection when Bucky grabs his hand, mixed in with a little protectiveness and something like gratitude. He doesn't wanna lose physical contact with Bucky right now, either. Sam squeezes Bucky's hand, easing himself down so he can sit on the floor and lean up against the couch. His arm's propped up on the cushion so he can keep hold of Bucky's hand, and he pillows his head on his shoulder as he reaches out with his other hand to stroke through Bucky's hair. ]
(I'm not going anywhere, sunshine. Stay here as long as you want, all right, try to get some rest if you can?)
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( I'm not going anywhere, sunshine. Stay here as long as you want, all right, try to get some rest if you can? )