[Once more, Bucky finds himself laughing and Sam's soft affection reflecting back at him brings a similar warmth bubbling through Bucky. He wanted this for most of the mission, for most of his life: to have someone to laugh with and be comfortable with. Sam has told him he loves him and Bucky feels the same way but give life to those feelings requires more than he can give. The programming won't let him express it out loud, his training won't let him, and it takes a vulnerability he still can't quite muster.
Bucky curls his arm around Sam, positively beaming. He doesn't know what a flower crown is, but any gift from Sam is something to cherish.]
(Yeah. Don't want to waste time.) [He says as he leans in toward Sam in an effort to kiss him.]
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Bucky curls his arm around Sam, positively beaming. He doesn't know what a flower crown is, but any gift from Sam is something to cherish.]
( Yeah. Don't want to waste time. ) [He says as he leans in toward Sam in an effort to kiss him.]