[ Sam's dog tags are somewhere in the desert in Afghanistan. He'd never found Riley's, so he'd left his own behind as well. Unable to hold onto anything that might have remained of the one he once thought he'd marry, he now doesn't hesitate to reach for the man he intends to spend his life with, accepting the dog tags with a small nod. Hesitates only briefly before he slips them around his own neck, lets them sink under his shirt where they can sit on his skin. Safe. For Bucky to reclaim when he's ready. ]
Counting on it.
[ Sam takes a breath. Feels it burn in his lung for a moment before he exhales slowly. ]
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Counting on it.
[ Sam takes a breath. Feels it burn in his lung for a moment before he exhales slowly. ]
Alright. When you're ready.