[ It's hard seeing Bucky like this, but Sam knows the man he fell in love with. He's a workaholic - hell, they both are, to some extent - and he's spent too long not having much else besides the war. Sam's tried to be there to temper it like he'd done back in District 13, before the war really broke out, but things are different here. Both of them are scrambling with next to nothing, and Sam wants to go home. He's maybe a little too focused on work himself, on top of feeling like some days, it's all he can do to keep his mind sorted out.
He tries not to focus too much on feeling like if he was his old self, he'd know exactly what to say to pull Bucky back in. It's not true, he knows that, but there's moments when he can't help but feel it.
Like right now. Guilt spikes through him, sharp and deep, because he should have seen this coming. He did, somewhat, he'd known that Bucky would keep pushing himself to find a way out of here until he'd reached a point where he had nothing left, he'd just... hoped that it wouldn't be like Panem. That there'd be something, anything, for them to work with.
But still, he doesn't hesitate before he slides up behind Bucky, arms wrapping around his waist as he presses a kiss to the back of his neck. ]
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He tries not to focus too much on feeling like if he was his old self, he'd know exactly what to say to pull Bucky back in. It's not true, he knows that, but there's moments when he can't help but feel it.
Like right now. Guilt spikes through him, sharp and deep, because he should have seen this coming. He did, somewhat, he'd known that Bucky would keep pushing himself to find a way out of here until he'd reached a point where he had nothing left, he'd just... hoped that it wouldn't be like Panem. That there'd be something, anything, for them to work with.
But still, he doesn't hesitate before he slides up behind Bucky, arms wrapping around his waist as he presses a kiss to the back of his neck. ]
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