[Coming inside is a damn relief, even better when the door shuts behind him. He shakes off his feet, snow melting on top of them. He's glad it was only a quick jog, else he'd be risking frostbite here. What the Hell kind of hospital doesn't give you access to your own clothes? He glances back at the kid, leaning against the wall while he dusts off some snow clinging to his calf.]
Even if I what?
[He asks, quirking a brow. Rumlow knows who he is. Shit might be fuzzy up there, but he's not brain dead. Whatever the accident had been, he isn't facing complete amnesia -- for which Rumlow is exceedingly grateful. There isn't much more terrifying that not knowing who you are.]
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Even if I what?
[He asks, quirking a brow. Rumlow knows who he is. Shit might be fuzzy up there, but he's not brain dead. Whatever the accident had been, he isn't facing complete amnesia -- for which Rumlow is exceedingly grateful. There isn't much more terrifying that not knowing who you are.]