[His hands shifted along the mattress, under his chest so that he could push himself up completely from the brief overlap of their bodies. He felt the pull of Rumlow's grip, gentle and encouraging, but he set his knees to the bed and used his arms to rise completely until he shifted his left hand to the other side of his commander's body and then his left leg, straddling over and then laying himself down to cover Rumlow with his own body. He lined his legs up down along his commander's and tucked his hands in to hold onto Rumlow's ribs as he used his wider body to cover and hide his commander under him.]

If you hadn't been treated that way and grown up as you did, been through what you have been, you could have never become my handler. Sometimes it seems that pain is a good way to remind yourself that you still exist.

[It was his turn to tip his chin up, resting it on the top of Rumlow's head. Protective.]