[Right. The gym. The cover life he feels like he knows almost as well as his life with SHIELD. Rumlow heaves a sigh at having to keep the two separate. It's not that he has this strong urge to tell Jefferson, it's just way too much effort to explain. Maybe when he's not dying. If he ever stops dying. He blinks as he tries to refocus his thoughts and say something that makes more sense.
He takes too long though, and Jefferson is coming towards him with his arms open. Rumlow gives him a look, and gives him the hug he's apparently wanting? It's totally awkward. But Jefferson smells good -- doesn't even make him nauseous. At least he doesn't do the awkward back pat.
Processing Jefferson's words as they split apart, Rumlow looks up at him with a momentarily blank expression. A lot of people? That means he wasn't poisoned! Or at least, he wasn't targeted. Maybe he's still poisoned. He nods at Jefferson and gives him a weak smile.]
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He takes too long though, and Jefferson is coming towards him with his arms open. Rumlow gives him a look, and gives him the hug he's apparently wanting? It's totally awkward. But Jefferson smells good -- doesn't even make him nauseous. At least he doesn't do the awkward back pat.
Processing Jefferson's words as they split apart, Rumlow looks up at him with a momentarily blank expression. A lot of people? That means he wasn't poisoned! Or at least, he wasn't targeted. Maybe he's still poisoned. He nods at Jefferson and gives him a weak smile.]
That's good.