[This is a man broken, Rumlow thinks. Whether it's the alcohol or something deeper, there's something well and truly fucked about him. Strange to see, with a face so similar to Barnes, and yet Rumlow knows it's not him. There's a trickle of a memory here, the strange familiarity he gets from a few others in town that he doesn't quite remember. This man, he works at, no owns the shop where he gets Kenzi her tea.
The name doesn't come though, so Rumlow's stuck without it. He peers over at the deputy, who seems to have to turned away for the time being. He wets his lips and turns back to the drunk. He squeezes his shoulder and draws him in, as if they're buddies.]
Not sure any of us do, kid.
[Rumlow says, voice quiet, just for the two of them.]
You got someone to take care of you? [He asks, a little louder.] C'mon, let's get you a cup of water.
[Best thing Rumlow thinks he can do. De-escalate the situation. Get the guy sober, or at least quiet. Can't rant if he's swallowing.]
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The name doesn't come though, so Rumlow's stuck without it. He peers over at the deputy, who seems to have to turned away for the time being. He wets his lips and turns back to the drunk. He squeezes his shoulder and draws him in, as if they're buddies.]
Not sure any of us do, kid.
[Rumlow says, voice quiet, just for the two of them.]
You got someone to take care of you? [He asks, a little louder.] C'mon, let's get you a cup of water.
[Best thing Rumlow thinks he can do. De-escalate the situation. Get the guy sober, or at least quiet. Can't rant if he's swallowing.]