[ Sam doesn't know how to live without hope. Or, well - he does, because he did, and he's never going back to that. Sometimes balancing weariness and practicality with hope and idealism gets hard as hell, but most days he manages to reconcile it okay.
He does almost regret saying it with the way it makes Bucky balk - but only because he likes getting to be this close to him, and he doesn't want to make him pull away. ]
You're not expendable, sunshine, not to me. I don't wanna do this - any of it - without you.
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He does almost regret saying it with the way it makes Bucky balk - but only because he likes getting to be this close to him, and he doesn't want to make him pull away. ]
You're not expendable, sunshine, not to me. I don't wanna do this - any of it - without you.