"You're a hundred and twelve or something. You need your afternoon naps, man."
Bucky's always been a good hugger, and it's relaxing for Sam, too. He hadn't been too desperately worried, not yet, because he's always landed on his feet. But not seeing anyone he knows has been wearing on him.
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"You're a hundred and twelve or something. You need your afternoon naps, man."
Bucky's always been a good hugger, and it's relaxing for Sam, too. He hadn't been too desperately worried, not yet, because he's always landed on his feet. But not seeing anyone he knows has been wearing on him.
"You been here long?"