[ Warmth curls around them with a brush of feathers as Sam shoots Bucky a pleased look. Yeah, he can tell what Bucky's trying to hide, and it's always good to see him smile. Or almost smile. ]
(That's the gin.) [ He pushes his own drink towards Bucky in a silent offer to him to try a sip, if he wants. And then Sam's expression lights up a little, for all that he makes an attempt at hiding it. There's no mistaking the quiet delight that makes its way across their link. ]
(Christmas trees. Yeah, they decorate 'em with ornaments n' lights n' garland. Put presents underneath them.)
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( That's the gin. ) [ He pushes his own drink towards Bucky in a silent offer to him to try a sip, if he wants. And then Sam's expression lights up a little, for all that he makes an attempt at hiding it. There's no mistaking the quiet delight that makes its way across their link. ]
( Christmas trees. Yeah, they decorate 'em with ornaments n' lights n' garland. Put presents underneath them. )