My parents were fans. [ Now that's a lie. But it's an easy enough explanation, one he's taken to using here in town.

There's the briefest hesitation as Jefferson decides on what to say-- most would miss it, except for perceptive sorts like Rumlow. If it's true that Brock remembers nothing of his false life here (which Jefferson isn't certain of), then he won't remember Kenzi. Mentioning her would be a mistake. Whatever happens, he won't put her back on Rumlow's radar. ]

We used to be friends. Then we had a falling out. It's that simple. [ It's not a complete lie, at least. ] You can be kind of a prick, you know.