[ Surprise flicks across Sam's face briefly at Bucky's first statement. it's quickly followed by something akin to relief. Like he expected Bucky to ignore what happened - or keep his distance over that as much as anything else.
Like he didn't actually expect Bucky to acknowledge what happened, much less that it meant something, no matter how undefined.
And then a moment later, he shifts back a little, puts that distance between himself and Bucky that he can feel the man needing. It radiates off him - Sam's worked with enough veterans to know the signs. Allows the gap, and lets it stand implicit that Bucky's welcome to bridge it at his own discretion. ]
Alright. That's good. [ Sam sighs, rubs his hand over his face. Smiles, wry. ] You ain't half bad for an old man, y'know.
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Like he didn't actually expect Bucky to acknowledge what happened, much less that it meant something, no matter how undefined.
And then a moment later, he shifts back a little, puts that distance between himself and Bucky that he can feel the man needing. It radiates off him - Sam's worked with enough veterans to know the signs. Allows the gap, and lets it stand implicit that Bucky's welcome to bridge it at his own discretion. ]
Alright. That's good. [ Sam sighs, rubs his hand over his face. Smiles, wry. ] You ain't half bad for an old man, y'know.