Steve doesn't move to take the folder until Len's hands are away. He can tell the other man isn't ready for touch by the simple fact he's well out of arms reach in general. He slides the folder closer and opens it revealing the little girls finger paintings. His heart melts...little palm prints and smears of bright colors. They're perfect.
"So I see. I'm glad they're enjoying them." He doesn't get to see the girls all that often. He hasn't seen Helen but once or twice when he walked to Micks to see Bucky for a few minutes. Bucky's been spending more time there as Steve has become less of a hermit and self destructive...though it's easier to not sleep when Bucky's not around to remind him to rest. "Little budding artists indeed."
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"So I see. I'm glad they're enjoying them." He doesn't get to see the girls all that often. He hasn't seen Helen but once or twice when he walked to Micks to see Bucky for a few minutes. Bucky's been spending more time there as Steve has become less of a hermit and self destructive...though it's easier to not sleep when Bucky's not around to remind him to rest. "Little budding artists indeed."