[she's trying to keep the worry out of her expression as she continues to peer out, but the buzzing text notifications at least reassure her that he's probably going to make it.]
maybe you'll finally teach me an appreciation for the finer things just yet, helmut.
[she might lightly complain about trying to get the stains out of white later, but she greets Zemo by placing her body right up against his side to help alleviate some of the burden of holding himself upright.] Come inside, I've missed you. [he looks pale, but then again he always does. the stack of towels are waiting right inside the doorway, and she immediately starts trying to identify the source of the bleeding to press one against, guiding him toward the couch. the place is as much of a chaotic array of half-finished projects and stolen tech and too many research books as always, but at least the walking path is clear.]
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and why i've saved a bottle of the good stuff
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I'll be certain to replace whatever I drink. I wouldn't want to be a poor guest.
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while your impeccable manners are wasted on me as always, think we have other priorities at the moment.
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But a few stitches and I should be fine, I think. Once I'm there, I will have a better idea.
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or else i'll have to come searching for you passed out amongst the trees.
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How romantic. Would you even make certain to tuck me in if you did find me?
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but i do much prefer you conscious.
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I will be. I believe.
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[a small peek out the windows to make sure he's not deliriously wandering around lost in the trees.]
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Maybe a bit slowly, but surely.]
Ah, I'll hold you to that. I have some scotch that I would like you to try.
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maybe you'll finally teach me an appreciation for the finer things just yet, helmut.
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I'm outside.
[And only a bit wobbly on his feet. At least he hasn't bled out yet.]
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