[The bauble of light that is Sam Wilson curls closer and Bucky can feel him at the door before he knocks. It's bizarre, but also comforting in its own way. More surprising to Bucky is that he accepts that comfort and doesn't shy away. Bucky glances up at the knock and offers an inkling of a smile, though edged with the cold sweat that follows these episodes; he never quite knows how long he'll be him, if the him is even real.]
Hey. [Bucky blinks at the sudden formality of the handshake but nods and stretches out his hand.]
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Hey. [Bucky blinks at the sudden formality of the handshake but nods and stretches out his hand.]