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[bracchium]

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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[bracchium]

[Bucky doesn't mind the fingers curling up over the ends of his braids. He hasn't seen fit to cut his hair since arriving on the station and it was long enough to braid before. Now, he's got some decent length on it, making it easier to maintain in the braids than before. Sam's memories mingle with his own, remind him that they have this at the end of the day, at the end of the mission.

Sam doesn't really need to ask if Bucky wants him, wants whatever their relationship has turned into, because he does, a whole heck of a lot more than he ever expected to.

Still, there are times that deserve verbalization and this is one of those times.] ( I do. )

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ It's something Sam appreciates, honestly, though he's sure as hell not gonna tell Bucky that he likes his hair long. Not more than what Bucky can probably pick up when Sam braids his hair, anyway.

Which is also something that Sam appreciates, mostly, the fact that they don't really have to talk to get things across sometimes - but he loves it when Bucky does, anyway. He's not sure he could explain why, except maybe some combination of liking Bucky's voice and it being a good sign when he's able to verbalize, but there it is. His free hand moves in absent circles, catches on the hem of Bucky's shirt, and settles, fingertips resting against skin. ]

( It's yours. )

[ All of it: the shared mental space, the physical contact, the mutual support, working together to chase away the programming, the teasing and hassling and goofing off, everything that's between them. As long as Bucky wants Sam, he's got him. ]