He knows. He wraps his arms around Bucky, holds him back as tightly as he can. Swallows, hard. He tugs Bucky in, like he's trying to shield the man from the reality of the situation. That they can't get out. That Sam's not built to survive this shit. That he's gonna die, right here, and there's nothing either of them can do about it.
"I need you to know that I don't regret it." He's petting Bucky's hair, rubbing his back. Offering comfort, even now. "Breaking the law for you. Going to prison. I'd do it all over again for you. And I need you to promise me that you'll survive this, alright. I know it's gonna hurt... but I need you to keep going after this."
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He knows. He wraps his arms around Bucky, holds him back as tightly as he can. Swallows, hard. He tugs Bucky in, like he's trying to shield the man from the reality of the situation. That they can't get out. That Sam's not built to survive this shit. That he's gonna die, right here, and there's nothing either of them can do about it.
"I need you to know that I don't regret it." He's petting Bucky's hair, rubbing his back. Offering comfort, even now. "Breaking the law for you. Going to prison. I'd do it all over again for you. And I need you to promise me that you'll survive this, alright. I know it's gonna hurt... but I need you to keep going after this."