[ Relief's a good word for what flows from his side, faint and tentative, bittersweet...
(the scrape of nails make the hairs at the back of his neck stand up, tingling farther than his reach and making him tense up, then relax, his guard masking his feelings on the sensations from flowing back through the bond)
... quickly followed by a half-hearted, beleaguered sigh he hopes you can imagine in your head if the exact sound can't exist outside of it. He shifts, legs stretching out as he leans on one side, his back pressing against Bucky with most of his weight.
Enjoy your heated bedroll-- it's good that the temperature cools during the night. ]
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(the scrape of nails make the hairs at the back of his neck stand up, tingling farther than his reach and making him tense up, then relax, his guard masking his feelings on the sensations from flowing back through the bond)
... quickly followed by a half-hearted, beleaguered sigh he hopes you can imagine in your head if the exact sound can't exist outside of it. He shifts, legs stretching out as he leans on one side, his back pressing against Bucky with most of his weight.
Enjoy your heated bedroll-- it's good that the temperature cools during the night. ]