[ Sam laughs, head tilted back and eyes crinkling, even as his veins pulse with the small thrill he always gets from seeing Bucky smile. He knows the first part of that is hard for Bucky to accept, that it's still gonna be a while before he knows how to react to that warmth - but he's more than happy to switch gears to their usual kind of banter. ]
(I gotta call it like I see it, you know me. Or smell it, in this case.)
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( I gotta call it like I see it, you know me. Or smell it, in this case. )