[ Sam lights up a little at the way Bucky leans into the touch, and he radiates a soft, pleased warmth through the mental link. Sooner rather than later, Sam can do that. Lord knows he could use a break from all of this, too, and he knows it's gotta be worse for Bucky.
It'd be easy to say that Sam'll always have patience for him - when it counts, anyway - but that's beside the point. The point is Bucky wanting to try, and this time Sam mostly successfully manages to keep his respect for Bucky down to a faint, dim hum.
He shifts his hand down, thumb running through Bucky's beard to trace along his jawline, until he's got the side of Bucky's jaw cupped in his hand. His fingers curl in a little, scratching through Bucky's beard, before he flattens them back out. ]
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It'd be easy to say that Sam'll always have patience for him - when it counts, anyway - but that's beside the point. The point is Bucky wanting to try, and this time Sam mostly successfully manages to keep his respect for Bucky down to a faint, dim hum.
He shifts his hand down, thumb running through Bucky's beard to trace along his jawline, until he's got the side of Bucky's jaw cupped in his hand. His fingers curl in a little, scratching through Bucky's beard, before he flattens them back out. ]
Still with me, Buck?