Sam shifts in the tub a little, brows creasing in a frown. Something about that doesn't sit right with him. Those are good things to want, that's not the issue. They're very healthy. Except...

"That's the bare minimum, puppy," Sam says, quiet and soft. And he doesn't say it with reproach or with an incredulous tilt to it - because he's seeing it now, that for Bucky this isn't the bare minimum. It's a need that hasn't been met yet. And that... is a pill to swallow. What a far cry from the alpha taking and taking and taking.

Bucky's just looking for someone who can let him give and give and give.

"That happen a lot - people being afraid of the wolf? Of you?"