Also disappointed by the lack of food, Rumlow frowns. He reaches into his pocket to pull out his wallet, hoping he's got some cash on him so they can hit up the local grocer. He flips through it and relief. He's still got a few hundred. He hates credit. Too easy to trace.
He puts his hand on her shoulder again and slides it down to pull her back into a hug. Rumlow knows all too well the odious disappointment of no food. He peers down at her at the suggestion. Pizza is a good choice -- except they're in bumfuck nowhere, and he seriously doubts they've got any good joints around.
"Could make something, if you don't mind waiting long enough for me to find the grocery store."
Rumlow shoves his wallet back into his pocket and rests his chin atop Kenzi's head. Thoughts wondering why this feels so right and familiar continue to float through his head, but even with it? It's just nice. Comforting too, and there's a real scarcity of that with the whole amnesia business.
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He puts his hand on her shoulder again and slides it down to pull her back into a hug. Rumlow knows all too well the odious disappointment of no food. He peers down at her at the suggestion. Pizza is a good choice -- except they're in bumfuck nowhere, and he seriously doubts they've got any good joints around.
"Could make something, if you don't mind waiting long enough for me to find the grocery store."
Rumlow shoves his wallet back into his pocket and rests his chin atop Kenzi's head. Thoughts wondering why this feels so right and familiar continue to float through his head, but even with it? It's just nice. Comforting too, and there's a real scarcity of that with the whole amnesia business.