[ Sam lets out a quiet exhale at Bucky biting his lip, squeezing his hand lightly. That one's his, Bucky, let him have it. He promises he won't hold onto it for too long, but it's still something he's gotta work through.
He doesn't say anything, though, content to splay his hand between Bucky's shoulderblades and close his eyes at Bucky's chin on his shoulder, leaning his head against Bucky's and nuzzling a little.
Something faint between rueful and amusement swirls at that bit about him being too responsible. ]
(You know me so well.) [ It's more praise that recrimination. A lot of people see a part of Sam, some see more than one, but Bucky's one of a few that sees just about all of who he is. It's a relief, even if he doesn't always understand it.
He holds Bucky closer, until even their legs are pressed together, creating as many points of contact as possible to shut the programming even further out. ]
(You can want. It's just you and me, all right, this is our space. You can want anything. We'll go off by ourselves, even on the mission. I want it, too.)
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He doesn't say anything, though, content to splay his hand between Bucky's shoulderblades and close his eyes at Bucky's chin on his shoulder, leaning his head against Bucky's and nuzzling a little.
Something faint between rueful and amusement swirls at that bit about him being too responsible. ]
( You know me so well. ) [ It's more praise that recrimination. A lot of people see a part of Sam, some see more than one, but Bucky's one of a few that sees just about all of who he is. It's a relief, even if he doesn't always understand it.
He holds Bucky closer, until even their legs are pressed together, creating as many points of contact as possible to shut the programming even further out. ]
( You can want. It's just you and me, all right, this is our space. You can want anything. We'll go off by ourselves, even on the mission. I want it, too. )