[Bucky sighs softly, and he can't remember the last time he's touched anyone like this. He cups Mettaton's jaw, thumb running idly back and forth, slow and just for the sake of contact.]
Can you?
[His voice is low, teeth worrying this inside of his lower lip. Bucky's eyes fall shut as fingers brush skin, and he goes tense, rigid, for a few moments before he relaxes again.]
It hurts sometimes. My hand, my elbow. All the places that aren't there anymore.
[He wishes they'd had people like Mettaton in his world. Maybe they could have replaced his arm with something that can feel, that can experience in the same way that Mettaton can feel his fingers on his face.]
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Can you?
[His voice is low, teeth worrying this inside of his lower lip. Bucky's eyes fall shut as fingers brush skin, and he goes tense, rigid, for a few moments before he relaxes again.]
It hurts sometimes. My hand, my elbow. All the places that aren't there anymore.
[He wishes they'd had people like Mettaton in his world. Maybe they could have replaced his arm with something that can feel, that can experience in the same way that Mettaton can feel his fingers on his face.]