[It does help to see that glint of silver, the dark blue face of the watch peeking out from the sleeve of his parka. His posture is open and inviting, wanting Barry there rather than simply tolerating him.

He turns a little more towards him, focusing on Len's words and letting him find his way to the conclusion he's trying to make.] It's okay. It was probably a little much, especially at a party like that. [An abashed smile because yeah, he should have thought about that.

And he's trying hard not to shiver, but the breeze off the water is frigid.] Yes. God yes.

[He doesn't go as far as sliding his arms around Len and burrowing into the parka, but he does crowd in closer with a small smile.]

Thanks. Guess I brought the wrong jacket.