[ Sam can't help but smile, just a little, as he follows Bucky's focus down to his wrist and the silver charms there. He itches to reach out and fiddle with them like he's done dozens of times since Bucky gave him the bracelet, or to play with Bucky's -
But not right now. Right now he focuses, wraps himself around Bucky as his broodmate curls into him. Does his best to remind Bucky that he's not alone, that he'll never have to do any of this alone.
That Sam loves him, though he keeps that dimmer so he doesn't overwhelm him.
It helps that he's been there. Or - something like there. He's never gonna try to say he understands what Bucky's going through, not more than what he can feel from their connection, but he knows what kind of things might help someone going through an extreme version of PTSD because he can extrapolate from the kinds of things that helped him.
Sam takes another few breaths, and then moves his hand in to try again, nice and easy. ]
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But not right now. Right now he focuses, wraps himself around Bucky as his broodmate curls into him. Does his best to remind Bucky that he's not alone, that he'll never have to do any of this alone.
That Sam loves him, though he keeps that dimmer so he doesn't overwhelm him.
It helps that he's been there. Or - something like there. He's never gonna try to say he understands what Bucky's going through, not more than what he can feel from their connection, but he knows what kind of things might help someone going through an extreme version of PTSD because he can extrapolate from the kinds of things that helped him.
Sam takes another few breaths, and then moves his hand in to try again, nice and easy. ]