Steve set the cookies and his drink down beside Rogue's mug on the table, before sitting and scooting much, much closer than he needed to in order to be covered adequately by the blanket. He even wrapped his arm around her shoulders, stealing a kiss against her temple; it was almost second-nature to him now, and not something he consciously thought about. "I have big shoulders," he told her in a completely serious, innocent tone, "I need a lot of blanket." He could only hold the innocent face for a few seconds, before breaking into his little-boy-mischievous grin.
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Date: 2017-01-05 09:26 pm (UTC)