It's innocuous, or at least probably should be, but James flushes a little and his hands fidget before he catches himself. Maybe he should protest, but he can't quite bring himself to. Not right now, not when he's so very aware of just how much the idea of Clint vanishing hurts, of what losing him could feel like. Just like Steve, except no, maybe worse. And they haven't quite had that talk yet, he hasn't said that word or asked the question, but--
The way Bucky says it is so easy, that laughter, and he just lets it stand. Because fighting it feels more deceptive than anything, and whatever weird friendship this is that he has with his other-self, he tries to be honest. And he... has feelings for Clint, in a way that feels inescapable, even if he hasn't put it into words like that. He just curls up against him every night, calls to ask first when he'd been about to get a drunken piercing, feels his chest constrict all helpless when the light hits the blonde just right in the morning when Clint's only half-awake before his coffee.
But he lets Bucky make the coffee, smiles a little sweet and a little sad. He sighs as fingers rest on his knee, and he leans into him a little, his shoulder bumping into his side. Because he's right, of course, that James isn't really okay, and he just shakes his head with a low hum of bitter amusement.]
[ A gentle hum and then he shifts to wrap his arm around Bucky's shoulders. ]
Well, I've got you.
[ The coffee brews quietly in the background as he leans his head against the other man's. There aren't many people he feels truly comfortable with, but it's a little easier with a man who already knows most of his darkest secrets. They aren't wholly the same man, but they have enough in common where it counts. Not being comfortable seems counter-intuitive with that in play. ]
And even if you're okay, you can lean on me a little. If you want to.
[James sighs as he leans into the contact, the way the other man wraps an arm around his shoulders. There's something comforting about the sentiment, about the idea of having someone to hold onto, even if it's a some strange mirror version of himself.
Really, not all that strange in the scheme of his life, but he cuddles into him, slings an arm across his chest as he exhales, letting some of the tension drain out of his body. He's not okay, but this... this is nice. The warmth, the way that bodies pressed together. Being able to just enjoy the contact and the faint scent of the coffee Clint likes. Well, Clint likes pretty much all types of coffee, but James notices what he leans toward.]
You too, you know. If you ever need to.
[It's easier to make this about Bucky than it is to admit he's not handling it well, to talk about the why.]
Thanks, but I have a feeling we're just gonna do that sit together and make sad faces thing, aren't we?
[ It feels nice to cuddle close, though. Bucky's not always great at talking about his feelings, confused jumble that they are, but he's good at this physical side of it. Comfort, giving or receiving it, is easier when it can just be simple like this. Maybe it's easier because they share so much that a lot can sit in a box, unsaid but still perfectly understood.
He turns to kiss Bucky's temple, a gesture that would feel perfectly natural with Steve and just about no one else who's still alive. ]
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It's innocuous, or at least probably should be, but James flushes a little and his hands fidget before he catches himself. Maybe he should protest, but he can't quite bring himself to. Not right now, not when he's so very aware of just how much the idea of Clint vanishing hurts, of what losing him could feel like. Just like Steve, except no, maybe worse. And they haven't quite had that talk yet, he hasn't said that word or asked the question, but--
The way Bucky says it is so easy, that laughter, and he just lets it stand. Because fighting it feels more deceptive than anything, and whatever weird friendship this is that he has with his other-self, he tries to be honest. And he... has feelings for Clint, in a way that feels inescapable, even if he hasn't put it into words like that. He just curls up against him every night, calls to ask first when he'd been about to get a drunken piercing, feels his chest constrict all helpless when the light hits the blonde just right in the morning when Clint's only half-awake before his coffee.
But he lets Bucky make the coffee, smiles a little sweet and a little sad. He sighs as fingers rest on his knee, and he leans into him a little, his shoulder bumping into his side. Because he's right, of course, that James isn't really okay, and he just shakes his head with a low hum of bitter amusement.]
Yeah, I'm guessin' so.
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Well, I've got you.
[ The coffee brews quietly in the background as he leans his head against the other man's. There aren't many people he feels truly comfortable with, but it's a little easier with a man who already knows most of his darkest secrets. They aren't wholly the same man, but they have enough in common where it counts. Not being comfortable seems counter-intuitive with that in play. ]
And even if you're okay, you can lean on me a little. If you want to.
[ The offer is there and it's permanent. ]
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Really, not all that strange in the scheme of his life, but he cuddles into him, slings an arm across his chest as he exhales, letting some of the tension drain out of his body. He's not okay, but this... this is nice. The warmth, the way that bodies pressed together. Being able to just enjoy the contact and the faint scent of the coffee Clint likes. Well, Clint likes pretty much all types of coffee, but James notices what he leans toward.]
You too, you know. If you ever need to.
[It's easier to make this about Bucky than it is to admit he's not handling it well, to talk about the why.]
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[ It feels nice to cuddle close, though. Bucky's not always great at talking about his feelings, confused jumble that they are, but he's good at this physical side of it. Comfort, giving or receiving it, is easier when it can just be simple like this. Maybe it's easier because they share so much that a lot can sit in a box, unsaid but still perfectly understood.
He turns to kiss Bucky's temple, a gesture that would feel perfectly natural with Steve and just about no one else who's still alive. ]