[It's almost a shame Bucky doesn't drink anymore; free drinks from Sam sounds like a pretty good deal. He meets Sam's laughter with his own low chuckling. It's been a long, long time since he's done something like this and it's like a breath of fresh air.
It quiets, like all bright moments in his life, but Bucky's countenance is a bit brighter, a bit more relaxed. He bites down on the side of his lip as he turns the coin in his fingers, a swell of affection and joy crashing through him.
He doesn't have much in the way of personal items, sentimental or otherwise. More since he came to Concordia, but every one of them leaves a significant impact on him. The weapon wasn't ever allowed to keep anything, not even his own memories. The assassin couldn't hold onto his freedom or his backpack of notes on his life.]
Thanks. [The word is small and quiet, but deeply reverent.]
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It quiets, like all bright moments in his life, but Bucky's countenance is a bit brighter, a bit more relaxed. He bites down on the side of his lip as he turns the coin in his fingers, a swell of affection and joy crashing through him.
He doesn't have much in the way of personal items, sentimental or otherwise. More since he came to Concordia, but every one of them leaves a significant impact on him. The weapon wasn't ever allowed to keep anything, not even his own memories. The assassin couldn't hold onto his freedom or his backpack of notes on his life.]
Thanks. [The word is small and quiet, but deeply reverent.]