Rumlow couldn't help but kick on the chair from the table he was sitting at as the invitation for Venom to come and join him at his. He could listen better all the boo-hoo woes of this guy, and it was easier if they were sitting closer together for that.

"So... you're emotionally devastated that he died, but emotionally gutted that he loved someone who wasn't... you? Am I getting that story correct?" This was like juicy high school locker room gossip. He was no immune to how fun it was.