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Rain slicked the pavement outside as the apartment hummed with quiet tension. Bucky sat rigid on the couch, a book forgotten in his lap, eyes fixed on the kitchen where Bob and you shared a laugh that cut through the silence. It was a light, easy sound—one that made Bucky’s chest ache with a longing he refused to name. Bob returned, placing tea before him, his presence warm and knowing. When you returned, hair damp and smile bright, the air shifted. The triangle dissolved, replaced by something deeper, more whole.