[ Jefferson looks at Kenzi for a beat too long, brows raised, before he actually cracks a smile at her total lack of subtlety. Well, it's good to know they had fun.
He accepts the coffee with a murmured thanks, proceeding to load it up with cream and sugar, despite how much he judged Kenzi for doing that to her tea. It's different, all right? Coffee's bold and overpowering in the worst ways, and he needs to cover that up.
Before he can take a sip, Kenzi launches into her spiel, followed by Rumlow, and it's a lot to take in right now, because this kindness, this offer of friendship, feels real in a way that few other things have in months. And once more, it seems to soothe this persistent ache and loneliness inside of him.
And then they offer him a place to stay? Jefferson looks between Brock and Kenzi in stunned disbelief, and for a few moments, he can't seem to find the right words. It's like he chokes on them, but not... in a miserable way. It's almost like he's happy and overwhelmed.
But it passes, and soon his face drops and he shakes his head, his fingers twitching, tapping on the table before he pulls his hand down to his lap. He can't accept. They don't know what they're getting into, what sort of mad person he is. It wouldn't be fair to them. ]
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He accepts the coffee with a murmured thanks, proceeding to load it up with cream and sugar, despite how much he judged Kenzi for doing that to her tea. It's different, all right? Coffee's bold and overpowering in the worst ways, and he needs to cover that up.
Before he can take a sip, Kenzi launches into her spiel, followed by Rumlow, and it's a lot to take in right now, because this kindness, this offer of friendship, feels real in a way that few other things have in months. And once more, it seems to soothe this persistent ache and loneliness inside of him.
And then they offer him a place to stay? Jefferson looks between Brock and Kenzi in stunned disbelief, and for a few moments, he can't seem to find the right words. It's like he chokes on them, but not... in a miserable way. It's almost like he's happy and overwhelmed.
But it passes, and soon his face drops and he shakes his head, his fingers twitching, tapping on the table before he pulls his hand down to his lap. He can't accept. They don't know what they're getting into, what sort of mad person he is. It wouldn't be fair to them. ]
You hardly know me.