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[sizeofyourbaggage]

Who: Sam Wilson (AU)
Broadcast: yup!
Action: aboard the Bishop
When: before the Hessia-Helix system, during the drift

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Bucky - the one from Panem - he's in a coma. Has been for a while. He's in my room on the Bishop if anyone wants to visit him.

[ Like he doesn't exactly how long it's been, like he hasn't been counting each day as it goes by. Pretending it just now occurred to him that there's people who might want to know that is a hell of a lot better than admitting he's barely left his room out of paranoia that something might happen to Bucky while he's gone.

Or that it's only just now that he's calmed himself down enough that he thinks he's okay to actually invite other people to come in. ]



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[ And his door is actually open for a little while after this message, if anyone wants to stop by. Sam himself is restless, edgy, but he mostly doesn't look like he's ready to stab someone for moving wrong. ]

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[unbearablynaive]

[He smiles warmly both at the handshake and when Sam picks up the fluff slug, glad he's not one of the few people who reacts negatively to them. It's been a while on his end as well, though for very different reasons, and it's good to see Sam again.]

Oh, goodness, no. My former first mate, Wrath, got first crack at naming all the pets; I've left Duchess Fabiola Fluffbottom in the aquarium back on my ship as she's one of the aquatic ones. We also had a pet fox named Officer Snuggles, though I've no idea where he ended up during my absence.

[He starts to coax Pickles out of the box, and after a few moments the brilliantly green slug inches up onto his hand.]

No, it's quite all right. You don't need to apologize for showing empathy for a friend.