[ He doesn't protest the flashes of memories he gets. Bucky’s not safe when he's like that, he isn't going to deny that. But snippets of his own memories drift across, the small feeling of satisfaction when he told Bucky he wouldn't move his seat up, seeing him in the rear view mirror with a smirk that matched the one on Sam's face, Bucky’s hand warm in his with the challenge coin between them, the rush of frustrated adrenaline of their arguments in the Station, Bucky’s hair sliding through his fingers, his smile at watching the little birds hopping around, the determination in Bucky's mind when they fight the programming.
The feeling of security sleeping next to him. He bumps Bucky’s knee slightly with his own. ]
(That's only a piece of who you are. Me? I'm here for the whole package. Even the parts you ain't opened yet.) [ Sam takes a gulp of his drink. ] (I won’t ask you to do more than try. I'll try, too, to give you space when you need it and to apologize when I make mistakes.)
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The feeling of security sleeping next to him. He bumps Bucky’s knee slightly with his own. ]
( That's only a piece of who you are. Me? I'm here for the whole package. Even the parts you ain't opened yet. ) [ Sam takes a gulp of his drink. ] ( I won’t ask you to do more than try. I'll try, too, to give you space when you need it and to apologize when I make mistakes. )