"Need it, no. Want it?" Rumlow says, lifting a hand and waggling it. "Can't say I'd mind the company."

Whether she wants to cut vegetables, provide conversation or even just taste test, Rumlow doesn't really mind. He's pretty capable of splitting his attention. Even if she does decide to just languish on the sofa, he's fine with that too. It's definitely strange, this easy comfort he has with her. If he ignores the 'memories' of this place, Rumlow can't imagine having someone like this. Casual hook ups, sure, but this is a lot more than this. The affection runs deeper than just an appreciation of her company.

That's why he's so hung up on the idea that there's something more. It can't just be the result of these manufactured memories. Rumlow gives her hair one more pet and then he turns, heading into the kitchen. If she wants to follow, that's on Kenzi.