[ He's drunk enough that he doesn't think anything of the fact that Rumlow's still rubbing his back as he drinks. It's just nice to be close to somebody, to have them be kind to him, so that's really what he focuses on.
It's when he starts to become aware of how close Rumlow's fingers are to his neck-- to the scar that circles it-- that Jefferson starts to tense a little, pausing in his sips. Nobody touches him there-- nobody really touches him anywhere, but especially not there. And though Rumlow isn't digging under his scarf to get at the scar, Jefferson's still stricken by how he's suddenly over-aware of the mark around his neck.
He sets the cup down and shifts slightly, a little flushed from drinking and the closeness of their bodies. But he's a little more grounded now, enough that he's more careful with his words for the time being. So he won't say anything about beheadings or fairytales. He just turns his face towards Rumlow's again. ]
I don't hate it. And... thanks for helping me out. [ Finally, he manages a little smile, his voice turning teasing. ] So... You think I'm good looking, huh?
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It's when he starts to become aware of how close Rumlow's fingers are to his neck-- to the scar that circles it-- that Jefferson starts to tense a little, pausing in his sips. Nobody touches him there-- nobody really touches him anywhere, but especially not there. And though Rumlow isn't digging under his scarf to get at the scar, Jefferson's still stricken by how he's suddenly over-aware of the mark around his neck.
He sets the cup down and shifts slightly, a little flushed from drinking and the closeness of their bodies. But he's a little more grounded now, enough that he's more careful with his words for the time being. So he won't say anything about beheadings or fairytales. He just turns his face towards Rumlow's again. ]
I don't hate it. And... thanks for helping me out. [ Finally, he manages a little smile, his voice turning teasing. ] So... You think I'm good looking, huh?