[Having the tables turned on him was an interesting sensation. Rumlow wasn't entirely sure what to make of it, really. The Soldier had come to him to comfort and he had been ready to give it, and now he suspected the asset was trying to do the same. In his own, strange and simple way. The weight was, he guessed, supposed to be reassuring. At the very least, he'd definitely be taking the bullets if someone were to break in guns blazing. Felt weird.]
Already have, physically. If you're talking emotionally... [Rumlow trailed off, his fingers splaying across the Soldier's back, sweeping down. He felt the blood from earlier squishing against his chest. Even weirder sensation.] Guess I've already done that too.
[Since the list of people Rumlow's talked about his parents to was only 2 long.]
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Date: 2016-07-12 09:15 am (UTC)Already have, physically. If you're talking emotionally... [Rumlow trailed off, his fingers splaying across the Soldier's back, sweeping down. He felt the blood from earlier squishing against his chest. Even weirder sensation.] Guess I've already done that too.
[Since the list of people Rumlow's talked about his parents to was only 2 long.]