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желание I know you are the answer, but I forgot the question.	печь There will always be a lie in believe.
один Whatever is static is dead.	рассвет The world is too quiet.

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[Bucky hiccups despite Sam's answer and another burst of warmth behind his breastbone. It isn't the searing heat of the programming trying to burn him out, but a curious spark that Bucky doesn't shy away from this time. He thinks it might be affection. No, it's definitely affection of some kind, bright and good under his skin.]

( Yeah? )

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[ Bucky's hiccup inspires a slight giggle of Sam's own, and he covers it up by taking another sip. Warmth blooms beneath his ribcage, and he knows it ain't just an echo of Bucky's. By now the feel of his affection for Bucky is starting to become a familiar one. Getting something that's decidedly affection back is a little newer, but damn it's good. ]

( Hell yeah. Not sure which one you're asking about, but that's my answer for both. You're sunshine, only seems fair. ) [ There's the tiniest pause, then Sam grins again. ] ( See, and now I'm about one drink away from singing that. )

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[With a smirk and another hiccup, Bucky shakes his head. He never thought in a hundred years would he find a friend in Sam. Especially a friend so dear to him. The fact that they can sit here and positively glow at each other is crazy to him.]

( There's a song about it? ) [Which is also code for please embarrass yourself because I have no idea what to do with all these emotions.]

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[ It's crazy to Sam, too. But then, most of his life has been crazy since he decided to strap on a pair of metal wings. At least this is good crazy.

Even if Bucky is trying to get him to embarrass himself. He laughs - and then shrugs, and goes for it, voice low and smooth. ]

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are gray.

[ He cuts off, downing the rest of his drink. ]

( There you go, man, now you know all it takes to get me singing is a pitcher of drinks. )

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[That's not fair. Bucky expected Sam to be toneless but here he is singing a melody that actually sounds distantly familiar to him. For a moment after Sam finishes, Bucky simply stares, before a hiccup interrupts that, which leads into a fit of giggling.]

( You're the one who bought the pitcher, man. )

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[ Nah, come on, don't stare at him like that. Sam's definitely not one prone to be self-conscious, but he might reconsider if Bucky keeps staring at him - and then Bucky hiccups, and Sam laughs.

And if he buries away the image of Bucky giggling and the sound of his laughter, etched in his mind, well. That's just because it's good to see him happy. ]

( Damn right I did. ) [ It's cheerful and pleased, and about a second later he realizes he basically just backed himself into a corner of admitting this is his own damn fault. He bumps Bucky's knee with his, light and playful. ] ( Yeah, yeah, all right smart guy. You're lucky I appreciate you doing this with me. )

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[Bucky's grin widens at the bump to his knee. Between the alcohol, the glow in their bond, and the giggling, his senses feel so fuzzy, but for the first time in his life he doesn't mind.]

( Real lucky. )

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[ Sam's pretty sure his cheeks are gonna hurt tomorrow from how much he's been smiling, but he doesn't care.

He's the lucky one right about now, only that's a little too sentimental to say, even for him. ]

( This is what I do, you know. Grab as many moments like this, hold onto them for the next time that I can't find a reason. It reminds me what I fight for, it helps me keep a balance, it... ) [ Keeps him sane, but that's heavier than he wants to go right now. ] ( Thank you, sunshine, I mean it. )

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[Bucky's, too. He didn't even know he could laugh this hard, or laugh at all, really. Or deserve to laugh, but here they are. Sam's reply sobers him a touch, but his grin has yet to die down.]

( Yeah. ) [He's grateful too and the alcohol curbs his inhibitions enough to say it.] ( Didn't think I'd get this back. )

[Friendship, he means. Real, true friendship. He can only remember pieces of Steve and that hasn't translated well to their relationship. Maybe it's the brood link connecting them, but he and Sam have connected on a level Bucky never thought possible.]

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[ He knows he's felt it before, but - damn it's so good to see Bucky laughing like this. It's good for both of them, really, and Sam's... really fucking glad to be able to share this with him, only he cuts that line of thinking off before he gets to something way too sappy like to be the one to make him laugh. ]

( You're stuck with it now. ) [ Both the friendship and Sam. It's not anywhere near the same, but there was a time when Sam didn't think he'd have anything like this back, either, and he sure as hell isn't going to give up what he's got with Bucky for anything. ] ( You want a couple more, or should we see if we can figure out how to get up to the room without tripping over each other? )

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[Bucky's glad to be stuck with Sam, one way or another. This connection, even if facilitated by the Symbiote attached to his brain, is something so real and true, Bucky can't help but be quietly happy with where he is right now. The suggestion of walking sends another fit of giggling rolling through him.]

( Send the rest to Misato? ) [Because right now the thought of trying to walk straight is more amusing than it should be.]