[ Understanding flows back - it's okay, it's fine, Sam was just teasing - and it shifts into disagreement when he picks up that Bucky thinks he doesn't hold up to the echo of himself. That Bucky is a ghost, no one Sam's ever known, and as far as Sam's concerned, he pales in comparison to the man sitting beside him.
To the one who, despite everything, came out tonight to get drinks with him and wondered why they didn't just have a Christmas whenever the hell they felt like it.
The one who just chugged the rest of Sam's drink, what the hell.
Sam laughs harder than he has in a while, his hand on Bucky's knee the only thing keeping him from sliding out off the bar stool as he shoots Bucky a displeased look that would probably have more success if he wasn't still chuckling. ]
(You're such a jackass.) [ He waves over the bartender anyway, though. ] (Completely out of proportion, man.)
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To the one who, despite everything, came out tonight to get drinks with him and wondered why they didn't just have a Christmas whenever the hell they felt like it.
The one who just chugged the rest of Sam's drink, what the hell.
Sam laughs harder than he has in a while, his hand on Bucky's knee the only thing keeping him from sliding out off the bar stool as he shoots Bucky a displeased look that would probably have more success if he wasn't still chuckling. ]
( You're such a jackass. ) [ He waves over the bartender anyway, though. ] ( Completely out of proportion, man. )