[When the Soldier lifted his head, Rumlow's brows knit together, wondering what he was looking for. His hands tightened around him when he said he was going to leave. Rumlow wasn't having any of that. Cleaning up, fine, but leaving? Nah. Even if he didn't like it, Rumlow kind of liked to sleep, and that wasn't going to happen when he was at the mercy of the monster underneath his bed.]
We can clean up, but you don't have to leave. I like having you with me.
[He'd admit that sooner than say he didn't want to be alone with that thing.]
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We can clean up, but you don't have to leave. I like having you with me.
[He'd admit that sooner than say he didn't want to be alone with that thing.]