[Hearing his own words parroted back at him gave Rumlow a strange twisting sensation in his gut. It wasn't that he didn't get it. There was order in pain, and that was something he would stand by. He just didn't expect it to manifest like this. Right here and now, after they had finally come back together.
Turning his head, Rumlow's gaze followed the trail of blood as it made its slow course down to Bucky's fingertips -- the soft patter as one drip after another fell to the floor. Rumlow grasped at his wrist, fingers sliding down to gather up the blood, stop it from making more of a mess.]
It's okay, Bucky. [Rumlow murmured, other hand slipping down Bucky's front to pull him back towards him. Let him feel the skin to skin contact and hope it helped.] Tell me what you need.
[He could feel the blood gathering on his hand, threatening to spill over his knuckles. He swept his hand up higher, until he was closing his palm around the wound, keeping pressure on it. The reflection of his hand was more red than flesh, but it didn't bother him. He'd been elbow deep in gore before, this was nothing.
It wasn't disturbing, seeing Bucky like this. Rumlow just wished he had come to him. He would do just about anything for him, after all, and if a little pain helped him get his head back on straight, Rumlow would oblige. And gladly.]
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Turning his head, Rumlow's gaze followed the trail of blood as it made its slow course down to Bucky's fingertips -- the soft patter as one drip after another fell to the floor. Rumlow grasped at his wrist, fingers sliding down to gather up the blood, stop it from making more of a mess.]
It's okay, Bucky. [Rumlow murmured, other hand slipping down Bucky's front to pull him back towards him. Let him feel the skin to skin contact and hope it helped.] Tell me what you need.
[He could feel the blood gathering on his hand, threatening to spill over his knuckles. He swept his hand up higher, until he was closing his palm around the wound, keeping pressure on it. The reflection of his hand was more red than flesh, but it didn't bother him. He'd been elbow deep in gore before, this was nothing.
It wasn't disturbing, seeing Bucky like this. Rumlow just wished he had come to him. He would do just about anything for him, after all, and if a little pain helped him get his head back on straight, Rumlow would oblige. And gladly.]