[ Sam's mind brightens when Bucky slips in - he's still not sure if it's a subconscious reaction to Bucky's presence or Bucky himself bringing something in that makes Sam feel more whole. Maybe both, but it doesn't really matter. ]
Hey, sunshine.
[ He exhales, long and slow. There's turmoil of his own over this choice, his need not to leave anyone behind and his urge to protect people warring with the desire to be off this planet and the feeling that he'd be a hell of a lot more useful somewhere else - but he holds back most of it, as much as possible, anyway.
The next question he asks without words, without really even thoughts. It's always been easier for them to communicate this kind of thing in emotions and impressions, for Sam to pick up on the things that Bucky can't let himself say or even really think.
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Hey, sunshine.
[ He exhales, long and slow. There's turmoil of his own over this choice, his need not to leave anyone behind and his urge to protect people warring with the desire to be off this planet and the feeling that he'd be a hell of a lot more useful somewhere else - but he holds back most of it, as much as possible, anyway.
The next question he asks without words, without really even thoughts. It's always been easier for them to communicate this kind of thing in emotions and impressions, for Sam to pick up on the things that Bucky can't let himself say or even really think.
What do you want? ]