[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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I'm outside.
[And only a bit wobbly on his feet. At least he hasn't bled out yet.]
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