[ 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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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.]