[Once he's ensconced in the blankets, Rumlow sighs. He's far from content, but it's better than before. He hates how moving is an actual chore. For a guy like him, all about physical power, this is a goddamn nightmare. At least Jefferson's here to take care of him. Good choice to bring him home, he tells himself.]
Won't help.
[Rumlow says, he'd been chugging the shit yesterday. His mouth still tastes like pink. He hates it.]
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Won't help.
[Rumlow says, he'd been chugging the shit yesterday. His mouth still tastes like pink. He hates it.]
Just the tea and some water.
[In case his body hates the tea.]