[ His mental presence grows stronger as he moves more completely into their shared mind space - becomes the feel of fingers laced together, the press of lips to the side of Bucky's temples, wings wrapped around them both in a soft, sturdy hug to try to ward off the chill.
There's a faint hint of something between respect and appreciation when he feels Bucky pulling himself back and trying to regroup, when he breathes with him.
Sam'd offer to hold his hand, to give him something to focus on, but he kind of needs both of them to do this properly. His eyes flick down to Bucky's hand still locked around his wrist, and he gets something of an idea. ]
You can keep holding on if you want to. Might help so you know we can stop at any time.
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There's a faint hint of something between respect and appreciation when he feels Bucky pulling himself back and trying to regroup, when he breathes with him.
Sam'd offer to hold his hand, to give him something to focus on, but he kind of needs both of them to do this properly. His eyes flick down to Bucky's hand still locked around his wrist, and he gets something of an idea. ]
You can keep holding on if you want to. Might help so you know we can stop at any time.