[ There's about to be a whole lot more warmth, sorry Bucky. But this is different than the warmth of companionship that he usually puts out to help keep Bucky anchored, even when it's tinged with amusement or semi-reluctant fondness. This is softer, more tentative, with an edge of confusion like Sam doesn't exactly know what to do with this.
He pulls his walls back up a little to keep more of it from spilling out, both because he could feel Bucky trying to shy away from it and because, well. He doesn't exactly know what to do with this. It's been a while since someone went to this kind of effort for him, and he can't help but run his thumb over the scratched words. ]
Look, Bucky, if you ever want to talk, about anything - or hell, not talk, I'm-
[ Here, he means to say, but he doesn't really know where he was going with that, and they don't have time for him to figure it out, so instead he just curls his fingers around the coin. ] Thanks. [ He clears his throat, ducking his head briefly before looking back up. ] I'll touch base with you while we're out there, all right? We don't exactly got comms but I'm kind of in the habit.
[When that tentative, soft warmth unfurls from Sam's side of the link, Bucky finds himself unable to entirely comprehend it. There's some comfort in knowing he's not alone in his confusion, but he works to deflect the focus from himself. He's never been a skilled orator, but since HYDRA, he's even more out of practice. And he finds himself losing his words in his head.
Instead, he nods, glancing away, so intensely uncomfortable with all of this. The itch to run surges in his veins, but he swallows it down. Not the time.
Bucky himself needs to get back to suiting up before he heads out with the main crew to the memory banks.]
[ Feelings are good for you, Bucky. Just go with it, let yourself enjoy them.
Except no, this time Sam's actually really good with just not talking about this. At least not right now, not until he can get a better handle on this new facet of his and Bucky's relationship, so they won't just echo confusion back and forth across their mental link.
He tucks the coin into one of the pockets of his uniform, reaching out to lightly bump his knuckles against Bucky's good shoulder. It's not good luck, not really, but it's a parting sentiment anyway. ]
[Nope, feelings are the worst and Bucky's not in any mood to feel them with a mission on the horizon. Still, he lingers at the door after the bump, words tangled on his tongue. Between them, the link resonates and Bucky figures there's nothing he needs to say, but he's still learning how to say what he wants instead of parsing responses to the necessaries.
The sense of parting and a strange finality leaves more unease bubbling in Bucky's chest.]
Yeah. [He's not usually one to waste words, but here he is substituting one for any other number of meaningful responses.
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He pulls his walls back up a little to keep more of it from spilling out, both because he could feel Bucky trying to shy away from it and because, well. He doesn't exactly know what to do with this. It's been a while since someone went to this kind of effort for him, and he can't help but run his thumb over the scratched words. ]
Look, Bucky, if you ever want to talk, about anything - or hell, not talk, I'm-
[ Here, he means to say, but he doesn't really know where he was going with that, and they don't have time for him to figure it out, so instead he just curls his fingers around the coin. ] Thanks. [ He clears his throat, ducking his head briefly before looking back up. ] I'll touch base with you while we're out there, all right? We don't exactly got comms but I'm kind of in the habit.
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Instead, he nods, glancing away, so intensely uncomfortable with all of this. The itch to run surges in his veins, but he swallows it down. Not the time.
Bucky himself needs to get back to suiting up before he heads out with the main crew to the memory banks.]
Yeah. Copy that.
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Except no, this time Sam's actually really good with just not talking about this. At least not right now, not until he can get a better handle on this new facet of his and Bucky's relationship, so they won't just echo confusion back and forth across their mental link.
He tucks the coin into one of the pockets of his uniform, reaching out to lightly bump his knuckles against Bucky's good shoulder. It's not good luck, not really, but it's a parting sentiment anyway. ]
See you after.
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The sense of parting and a strange finality leaves more unease bubbling in Bucky's chest.]
Yeah. [He's not usually one to waste words, but here he is substituting one for any other number of meaningful responses.
Time to go.]