[As Jefferson tumbles, Rumlow attempts to catch him, but seated the way he is, it doesn't really work. He sort of feels bad because it's kind of his fault, since he'd been holding onto his coat. He stands and moves to pluck him off the ground, dusting him off while looking to Kenzi, who is still remarkably really chill with this. How did he find a chick like her? He'd guess it's a perk of a green card marriage, except it's also really clear the affection between them is legitimate. Maybe she's just okay with open relationships? They'll have to talk about it.
Anyway. Now that he's got Jefferson upright, he stands next to him, steadying him so he doesn't tip over again. Absently, Rumlow smooths Jefferson's hair, clearing his throat and trying to think of something else to say. The guy is pretty wasted, considering what he'd been rambling about when Rumlow came across him. He's got no such excuse himself though.]
Maybe we ought to get him home.
[He gives Kenzi a pointed look and then turns back to Jefferson, who seems to be swaying slightly. Yep, he definitely needs some more water and a bed. Is he the only sober one here? Well, relatively sober. He's still got a decent buzz.]
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Anyway. Now that he's got Jefferson upright, he stands next to him, steadying him so he doesn't tip over again. Absently, Rumlow smooths Jefferson's hair, clearing his throat and trying to think of something else to say. The guy is pretty wasted, considering what he'd been rambling about when Rumlow came across him. He's got no such excuse himself though.]
Maybe we ought to get him home.
[He gives Kenzi a pointed look and then turns back to Jefferson, who seems to be swaying slightly. Yep, he definitely needs some more water and a bed. Is he the only sober one here? Well, relatively sober. He's still got a decent buzz.]