[ He doesn't hesitate. Ain't much of it to be doin', not where Bucky's concerned. Steve draws him into a tight hug, mumbles something soft in his ear, akin to all the calm little nothings Bucky used to say when Steve was delirious. All the gentleness he showed — 'course, Steve hated it then. The best guy a fella could never know, stuck at the bedside of a kid who wasn't going to make it to eighteen. ]
It's okay.
[ He runs his fingers through Bucky's hair, gently. ]
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It's okay.
[ He runs his fingers through Bucky's hair, gently. ]
I know. It's okay.