[ Jefferson's breathing gets a bit sharper when Rumlow squeezes his thigh, and he's really hoping he doesn't look flustered or anything (especially when Brock ruffles his hair again, all casual affection). He just nods, trying for cool and collected-- two things Jefferson rarely is. ]
Yeah, uh-- just. Yeah. Thanks.
[ Shooting Rumlow another wavering smile, he starts to set about tending to his other foot, which doesn't really need all that much. It's just some scrapes, nothing like the cut on the other foot. He can probably get it cleaned and wrapped in no time. ]
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Yeah, uh-- just. Yeah. Thanks.
[ Shooting Rumlow another wavering smile, he starts to set about tending to his other foot, which doesn't really need all that much. It's just some scrapes, nothing like the cut on the other foot. He can probably get it cleaned and wrapped in no time. ]