[Aw jeez. Rumlow hopes Jefferson doesn't cry. He's no good with crying. Maybe Kenzi is? Oh, there's a laugh. Okay, crisis averted. Rumlow offers a smile in return, encouraging that smile of Jefferson's to grow. He leans back again, hand slipping away from the guy's shoulder.

Rumlow peers over at Kenzi, giving her a Look and shaking his head.]

Ball pit aside. Decorating would be great. Mostly 'cause this place looks like someone's grandma took over and I can already tell you got a better sense of fashion than most of the people here.

[It's like they're stuck in another decade. It's fucking -- right. Just like so many other things. Weird. But he's not going to linger on that. He's just glad they've managed to convince Jefferson. Kid seriously needs some help, and Rumlow is real curious to know what he does.]