[ For now, Sam won't argue, either, won't insist on it. It... feels good, sitting here with Bucky like this, sharing some of the things about himself that he hasn't really talked about in a while. He doesn't reach for their drinks - he could, since he's got a free hand, but he doesn't want to let go of Bucky's hand right now and he doesn't want to just drink in front of him, either.
There's something that could almost be sheepish about his smile, if it weren't for the more playful gleam in his eyes. ]
(When I was seven I jumped off the roof of the house because I wanted to see if I could fly. Damn near broke my arm, but it only made me want to do it for real.) [ Then he makes a little face at himself. ] (Took a few more risks than I should've to try to impress girls, got into more than a few fights with people who didn't know how to shut the hell up, but I didn't like the way people looked at me after those.)
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There's something that could almost be sheepish about his smile, if it weren't for the more playful gleam in his eyes. ]
( When I was seven I jumped off the roof of the house because I wanted to see if I could fly. Damn near broke my arm, but it only made me want to do it for real. ) [ Then he makes a little face at himself. ] ( Took a few more risks than I should've to try to impress girls, got into more than a few fights with people who didn't know how to shut the hell up, but I didn't like the way people looked at me after those. )