[ The movement follows. Sam was on his way out, truth be told - suited up in the dead of night, because when Sam's restless he goes training or he goes flying, and sometimes both, until his body aches and exhaustion pulls him under into sleep without dreams.
For now, he keeps his voice low, so as not to alert anyone around them. And then he holds out his hand - doesn't touch, just offers to help Bucky out of the hammock, offers an exit any direction Bucky would prefer. ]
Bunks
Buck. Hey.
[ The movement follows. Sam was on his way out, truth be told - suited up in the dead of night, because when Sam's restless he goes training or he goes flying, and sometimes both, until his body aches and exhaustion pulls him under into sleep without dreams.
For now, he keeps his voice low, so as not to alert anyone around them. And then he holds out his hand - doesn't touch, just offers to help Bucky out of the hammock, offers an exit any direction Bucky would prefer. ]
C'mon.