The pet name, like everything involving Kenzi so far, is both weird and good. He's just going to have to come up with another word to describe it or just stop altogether. She says her memories are coming back in pieces, and they sort of are for him too. Images mostly, the sensation of familiarity. Kinda like deja vu, but without the unease.
He glances back towards the living room, and the coat Kenzi's left behind. He does't have one of his own, unless this place is stocked with clothes instead of food, so Rumlow's considering asking to borrow it. Looks like it would fit him.
"If you want, but I was gonna ask for the coat you were wearing," he says, feeling his cheek warm from where her lips were briefly pressed against it. He hums a note. "Maybe we got clothes here."
Rumlow beckons for her again, heading back into the front of the house to check what he imagines must be the coat closet. Opening the door, he notices there are a pair of raincoats, one in Kenzi's size, and one in his. It's tacky as Hell though, so he's definitely going with the coat she's brought. At least her raincoat isn't fugly. Rumlow gestures towards it and notices the galoshes underneath. Helpful, if the snow turns to slush, but right now his tac boots will cut it.
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He glances back towards the living room, and the coat Kenzi's left behind. He does't have one of his own, unless this place is stocked with clothes instead of food, so Rumlow's considering asking to borrow it. Looks like it would fit him.
"If you want, but I was gonna ask for the coat you were wearing," he says, feeling his cheek warm from where her lips were briefly pressed against it. He hums a note. "Maybe we got clothes here."
Rumlow beckons for her again, heading back into the front of the house to check what he imagines must be the coat closet. Opening the door, he notices there are a pair of raincoats, one in Kenzi's size, and one in his. It's tacky as Hell though, so he's definitely going with the coat she's brought. At least her raincoat isn't fugly. Rumlow gestures towards it and notices the galoshes underneath. Helpful, if the snow turns to slush, but right now his tac boots will cut it.
"Your choice."