Though Len didn't really worry about these things much, it was still good that Bucky wasn't freaking out about being close. Being warm was more important, and it was key that Len keep Bucky safe. Little was more important than that.
"Oh, I'm sure," he murmured. "He might look like an attack dog, but trust me, he's a softy inside that armour."
He shifted to get comfortable on the hard ground, drawing Bucky against his shoulder, and laughed softly at the comment about fairies. "No, I don't care who knows, and I don't care about being arrested. But I'm not sure I understand your question. How does what work?"
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Date: 2016-06-10 08:36 pm (UTC)"Oh, I'm sure," he murmured. "He might look like an attack dog, but trust me, he's a softy inside that armour."
He shifted to get comfortable on the hard ground, drawing Bucky against his shoulder, and laughed softly at the comment about fairies. "No, I don't care who knows, and I don't care about being arrested. But I'm not sure I understand your question. How does what work?"