“Instead, he thinks of Rumlow’s ugly familiarity. He thinks of sitting or crouching or laying close to him, a rough, warm hand on his forehead, on his neck or in his hair. He thinks of the comfortable intimacy of it, of his hair being stroked like a dog’s. (…) His was a firm, certain hand. It wasn’t stressful. It was the simplest relationship he’d ever had.”
Bucky NO 