For Will Graham

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[Bucky still wasn't entirely sure how it happened.

The two of them had become closer over the months in Quarantine, something about Will's way of approaching a problem from a different angle and always understanding when Bucky needed to flee had helped Bucky feel more and more comfortable with him. Somehow they had developed a friendship, and that's all it was supposed to be for either of them.

Then there was a night, a confusing night with alcohol on Will's part and terrible dreams on Bucky's, and somehow they had ended up in an embrace much more intimate than mere friendship. What they had now would be hard to define, but it was definitely something more, something that had grown into the occasional kiss and a mutual but unspoken understanding of deeper feelings.

It's late at night when Bucky shows up as he always does, unannounced and at random through a window, perching on the windowsill to look in.]

Anyone home?

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[He takes Will to one of his own bolt holes; it would be better for Will to be in his own space with his dog, but Bucky doesn't know if the law might be coming after him for what he did to that other man and he'd rather not paint a target on Will before he knows what to do.

So it's to one of his rare safe spaces inside the city itself, an empty apartment above a shoe store obviously just waiting to be rented or sold. There's nothing inside that indicates anyone is living there at all, except for a rolled up sleeping bag in the corner of one empty room. But it's warm, and the water runs, so it's better than other places that he's chosen.

He gets them inside, leaving the lights off, and pads quietly across the bare floorboards of the main room to sit Will down by the sleeping bag.]

...you're safe here.