[Bucky doesn't need to glance up when the tent flaps rustle. The symbiote tells him it's Sam. At the sound of his real name, Bucky looks up and the blade kisses his throat. For a moment, he blinks in confusion before it hits him. Oh. He remembers some of the darker conversations in the Gardens after Aoba's death, what this must look like after continued feelings of uselessness.]
Shaving. [He replies quickly, lowering the knife to his knee.]
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Shaving. [He replies quickly, lowering the knife to his knee.]