[ Nothing lasts forever, Sam knows that. But like this - well, it's easy to believe that maybe they can do this, that maybe they can actually pull this off. This is why he fights, for moments like this when they can be happy. He'll hold onto it, and to their camping trip and their time on Waypoint in that shitty studio with all those alien baby birds.
He slides one hand up Bucky's back, enough to be able to play with the braids in his hair. ]
(I don't care about what we need to do right now. I want you, I want this. And it's okay for you to want it, too.) [ There's a pause, and it's clear in Sam's mind that he's unsure, that he doesn't want Bucky to feel like he should want it just because Sam does. And he knows that Bucky does, he's felt him want Sam's presence before, but that doesn't mean he's gotta do it all the time. ] (And it's okay for you not to, too. I know you can't always tell me, but I'll pick it up.)
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He slides one hand up Bucky's back, enough to be able to play with the braids in his hair. ]
( I don't care about what we need to do right now. I want you, I want this. And it's okay for you to want it, too. ) [ There's a pause, and it's clear in Sam's mind that he's unsure, that he doesn't want Bucky to feel like he should want it just because Sam does. And he knows that Bucky does, he's felt him want Sam's presence before, but that doesn't mean he's gotta do it all the time. ] ( And it's okay for you not to, too. I know you can't always tell me, but I'll pick it up. )