[ Surprisingly, he actually laughs, too, his mortification seeming to pass. ] My hero.
[ Thank goodness for Rumlow for the second time tonight. Otherwise, Jefferson would probably take ages to find both his feet solidly on the ground again. He may be leaning pretty heavily against Rumlow now, using him to stay standing, trying hard not to smile too much when the other man actually fusses over his hair. That's nice. Why aren't people nice to him like this more often?
(Maybe if Jefferson wasn't so stand-offish and weird so much of the time...)
His fingers curl around Brock's bicep, clinging to him as he tries not to sway too much. He's sort of following the conversation between the two, interjecting with: ]
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[ Thank goodness for Rumlow for the second time tonight. Otherwise, Jefferson would probably take ages to find both his feet solidly on the ground again. He may be leaning pretty heavily against Rumlow now, using him to stay standing, trying hard not to smile too much when the other man actually fusses over his hair. That's nice. Why aren't people nice to him like this more often?
(Maybe if Jefferson wasn't so stand-offish and weird so much of the time...)
His fingers curl around Brock's bicep, clinging to him as he tries not to sway too much. He's sort of following the conversation between the two, interjecting with: ]
Motel... I don't have a home.