[He just squeezes back, rides it out, takes a nervous shaky breath to match his smile when Bucky says his name, fragile and hopeful. It feels like it couldn't be this easy, in spite of the screams - and it isn't done, really, Bucky is still in rough chunks, cold-welded awkwardly together. But he's got his memories back, the pathways of his physical brain.]
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Yeah, man. Welcome back.