[ He feels the shift beneath his grip. The words get him a soft shake though. Won't see his face twist up before breaching what little distance is left, that moment just before his hand squeezes again and he lets his furrowed brow come to rest against the back of Bucky's head.
no subject
Go ahead and clam up. That's fair.
He's not asking you to be happy for him.
He's demanding that you let him be here. ]