[Oh man does Bucky appreciate those skritches to his scalp. He leans into the touch, closes his eyes, and hums a quiet acknowledgment to half-formed plans. Getting away from everyone- from the noise, from the pressure- would be fantastic; he would love the opportunity to do so sooner rather than later.
Sam's question opens Bucky's eyes again- bundles up his nerves again-, but Bucky nods. He wants to try. If he never tried, he would have died in Germany decades ago. Moreover, he wants to try while Sam still has patience for him.]
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Sam's question opens Bucky's eyes again- bundles up his nerves again-, but Bucky nods. He wants to try. If he never tried, he would have died in Germany decades ago. Moreover, he wants to try while Sam still has patience for him.]
Sure.