[That's probably the most reassuring thing she's heard all day. Kenzi nods, righting herself and throwing her arms around Jefferson's neck in a quick hug before she's ready to get the hell out of here.
She has no idea where she's gonna go after this. No idea what Rumlow's going to do or who will remain in the house. All she knows is that she doesn't want to be there. She doesn't want to be near him right now. She needs distance... and alcohol. God, she is dying for a drink right now. Vodka, tequila, anything as long as it's straight out of the bottle and strong enough to numb the pain in her chest.
She just wants to forget for a little while.
Jefferson leads the way. Kenzi clings to his hand like it's a lifeline, keeping her head down and running through the conflict again and again. It's stuck on loop, she just keeps reliving it, trying to pick out something that could have made it turn out differently. The thing is, it wasn't the fact that he didn't come clean with her... it was the fact that he was that person all along.
Eventually, she snaps out of it. She's all cried out, feeling hollow, and-- ... lost? She doesn't recognize this street or any of the houses. I mean, they all look the same in this cookie cutter suburban nightmare, but she hadn't been paying attention at all]
Whose place is this? Are we breaking in? I mean I'm a little rusty, but I could probably swing it if we take out the billion cameras hidden strategically all over the entire town.
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She has no idea where she's gonna go after this. No idea what Rumlow's going to do or who will remain in the house. All she knows is that she doesn't want to be there. She doesn't want to be near him right now. She needs distance... and alcohol. God, she is dying for a drink right now. Vodka, tequila, anything as long as it's straight out of the bottle and strong enough to numb the pain in her chest.
She just wants to forget for a little while.
Jefferson leads the way. Kenzi clings to his hand like it's a lifeline, keeping her head down and running through the conflict again and again. It's stuck on loop, she just keeps reliving it, trying to pick out something that could have made it turn out differently. The thing is, it wasn't the fact that he didn't come clean with her... it was the fact that he was that person all along.
Eventually, she snaps out of it. She's all cried out, feeling hollow, and-- ... lost? She doesn't recognize this street or any of the houses. I mean, they all look the same in this cookie cutter suburban nightmare, but she hadn't been paying attention at all]
Whose place is this? Are we breaking in? I mean I'm a little rusty, but I could probably swing it if we take out the billion cameras hidden strategically all over the entire town.
[At least she still has her sarcasm.]