"Not real fond of it, myself," Bucky admitted, his voice wry. He was stiff against the other man, holding himself awkwardly, but didn't protest the closeness. If anything, he hitched himself closer as well, shivering. "You're sure about that fella of yours, right?"
He was half joking, but it was a real concern. Between that and the proximity, he could hardly stop thinking about the whole thing. Or maybe that was the concussion talking, because his brain did seem to be wandering in strange directions.
"You two really don't give a shit, do you?" he asked, shaking his head. "Don't care who knows. Aren't you worried about, you know, being discharged? Arrested? Neither of you are fairies, not even close, so how does that even work?"
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Date: 2016-06-10 08:23 pm (UTC)He was half joking, but it was a real concern. Between that and the proximity, he could hardly stop thinking about the whole thing. Or maybe that was the concussion talking, because his brain did seem to be wandering in strange directions.
"You two really don't give a shit, do you?" he asked, shaking his head. "Don't care who knows. Aren't you worried about, you know, being discharged? Arrested? Neither of you are fairies, not even close, so how does that even work?"