[Somewhere in the act of pretending Rumlow actually fell asleep, breathing softly where he lay. That only lasted as long as it took for Jones to fall out of the window that she had taken to roosting in, and he jerked awake with the sound of her hitting the floor.
He pushed himself up to his feet, clenching his hands into fists as if he might fend off an attack. He blinked blurry-eyed at her and then memory grudgingly came back. Right, she was supposed to have left. So was he.]
You're a fucking mess. Come and sleep on the bed. [He was already crawling back on the mattress, curling up on his side and leaving an obvious space where she could totally big spoon him.]
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He pushed himself up to his feet, clenching his hands into fists as if he might fend off an attack. He blinked blurry-eyed at her and then memory grudgingly came back. Right, she was supposed to have left. So was he.]
You're a fucking mess. Come and sleep on the bed. [He was already crawling back on the mattress, curling up on his side and leaving an obvious space where she could totally big spoon him.]