Once he'd done all he could and was dry enough, Bucky stepped out of the shower.
And then he spent what felt like a long moment looking at his pile of clothes, and finding it strangely impossible to put them back on (like slipping on a second skin that felt like it would suffocate him). At least right away. But he had the towel, so wrapping that around his waist would do for a moment. So he did that - awkwardly - then got out of the bathroom, and made his way to the kitchen door.
Cleared his throat.
"Don't suppose you got any spare clothes in a bigger size?"
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Once he'd done all he could and was dry enough, Bucky stepped out of the shower.
And then he spent what felt like a long moment looking at his pile of clothes, and finding it strangely impossible to put them back on (like slipping on a second skin that felt like it would suffocate him). At least right away. But he had the towel, so wrapping that around his waist would do for a moment. So he did that - awkwardly - then got out of the bathroom, and made his way to the kitchen door.
Cleared his throat.
"Don't suppose you got any spare clothes in a bigger size?"