@versatilevarious || cont.
Bucky had run out to get some additional food and supplies given he was now a host and while he’d told Henry to get comfortable in his absence, he hadn’t exactly expected to return to the other man naked on the couch. Raising his eyebrows, hearing the dryer, and putting two and two together, his lips thinned into a hard line while he tried not to laugh at the look of horror on the other man’s face. “I should have told you where to find clothes.” He simply said, walking into the bedroom and opening a drawer, pulling out a shirt and sweats he assumed would fit. Returning to the main room, he set the clothes on the arm of the couch, eyes scanning the man as he did. He knew he shouldn’t have, should have averted his gaze like a polite person would, but he also didn’t care much for subtlety. After a moment of quiet observation, he turned his back so the other man could put on clothes, finally doing the socially-acceptable thing. “I got some chicken. Is that alright?” He asked, though he moved through the kitchen in preparation of the meal, regardless of the answer he might receive.
