[Bucky bites his lip at the mention of his frustration and picks at edges of the menu. Frustration doesn't really cover it. So much of who he is is tied up in war, in HYDRA, in what he's done, in being a weapon, a broken man. And yet Sam is here with him, trying to help him become more of Bucky with the good hair when he could be anywhere else with anyone else. Visiting the hotel reminded him of that, that there are innumerable people who care for Sam and value him and his time, and Bucky's here struggling to have a drink without bringing down the mood.
And yet Sam's sincerity is unmistakable.
Bucky wasn't uncomfortable before, but now he certainly is. When emotions rise, they're too much like a sweater tight against his skin, itching and inescapable.]
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And yet Sam's sincerity is unmistakable.
Bucky wasn't uncomfortable before, but now he certainly is. When emotions rise, they're too much like a sweater tight against his skin, itching and inescapable.]