[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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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. ]