[ Arcade is not relaxed, he's about as taut as he always is, but Len doesn't bother correcting him. The instruction is as much a way to pass the time as it is an excuse to be - selfishly - closer to him. It isn't difficult to concentrate, but the proximity does lend itself to all the heat that comes with being practically on top of another man.
Len lets him focus on the scope hanging in front of his dominant eye, sliding down leisurely onto his stomach next to him. His palm shifts away from forearm to stock, cradling the hand wrapped under it for support and guidance. ]
See the camp down there?
[ He murmurs, shifting the barrel ever so slightly to secure a decent view for Arcade, giving him the moment to adjust his eyes. ]
They're a little over two klicks away. Leader's got a dumb helmet on.
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Len lets him focus on the scope hanging in front of his dominant eye, sliding down leisurely onto his stomach next to him. His palm shifts away from forearm to stock, cradling the hand wrapped under it for support and guidance. ]
See the camp down there?
[ He murmurs, shifting the barrel ever so slightly to secure a decent view for Arcade, giving him the moment to adjust his eyes. ]
They're a little over two klicks away. Leader's got a dumb helmet on.