[ Bucky feels a gaping void beginning to crack his chest open, a black hole sucking every bit of life out of him and into the inky nothingness.

They're in too deep. It's out in the open now, and it's only going to get more intense from here. Moisture threatens to prick at the back of his eyes, but he fights the urge to let it win, focusing on keeping his voice low, neutral. ]

I woke up to a different face every time they took me out of the freezer. I didn't even know what it felt like to not be exhausted and afraid until Sam- [ sleeping over in Louisiana ]

Or you. This.

[ this ...whatever they are. Whatever they've been doing. It's star-crossed, but he can't ignore the way it just feels right. The way it clicks. ]