[ At the end of this day, maybe, but Sam's holding out hope for another day where Bucky sees himself as more than a weapon. When he chooses what he wants to do with his life, his skills, when he lets himself feel. A hope that might be unrealized, there is a part of Sam that acknowledges he has to be prepared for that, but everything in him is determined to see this through. No matter what. ]
(Part of Christmas, yeah. Maybe we'll make dinner, exchange presents after.)
[ There's a pause as he almost lets the rest of that go, turning his attention towards the menu to pick out their second round - but he can't. ]
(We'll get there, sunshine. I know it's slow going and I know it's frustrating as hell, but we can do it together.)
[ Sam's not going anywhere, and though he doesn't say it, he feels it. As long as Sam's breathing, Bucky will always have him. ]
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( Part of Christmas, yeah. Maybe we'll make dinner, exchange presents after. )
[ There's a pause as he almost lets the rest of that go, turning his attention towards the menu to pick out their second round - but he can't. ]
( We'll get there, sunshine. I know it's slow going and I know it's frustrating as hell, but we can do it together. )
[ Sam's not going anywhere, and though he doesn't say it, he feels it. As long as Sam's breathing, Bucky will always have him. ]