"Okay," says Jason, choosing to be sullen because he doesn't know what the hell else to do. When he actually thinks about it, he probably wouldn't mind. Bucky's okay with it, after all, and he's different, calmer or something, and it might be just the same post-coital high Jason gets night after night, but he can't deny it makes Bucky seems happier. Looser, at least, and he needs it.

"We could build more rooms," he says, "or whatever," and now his brain has jumped track, to Lux living here, too, one big happy family. It buoys him up, Jason rejecting every reason that the idea might be improbable. "I don't care."