[Rumlow had a lifetime of experience being followed, even when it came from his own shadow. He might not know where or even the person that was haunting his steps and activities, but his sixth sense was alarming whenever he seemed to perceive it. At first, he had thought it at was just trying to get his bearings back in town, but as he observed people pretending everything was normal (and some not), he began to understand that his instincts were still very much there to keep him alive.
The memories clamoring against that constant feeling of wrongness only seemed to elevate the idea that not all was as it seemed. It was heightened by the notion that regardless of the people he thought he knew, he didn't actually know them. Neighbours were strangers regardless of their spotted pleasant conversation and lame jokes.
As he pulled away to take up his own investigations, his eyes flick to the approaching individual and, perhaps for the first time, there was actual recognition that seemed to line up where no other did. He had no memories of this guy, but there was something so moving in his gut about it that he actually found himself offering a grin in response. A man? A weapon? Both? Why did this suddenly feel very important?]
Oh well, you know me, always involved in something that takes me far and away. How have you been, pal?
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The memories clamoring against that constant feeling of wrongness only seemed to elevate the idea that not all was as it seemed. It was heightened by the notion that regardless of the people he thought he knew, he didn't actually know them. Neighbours were strangers regardless of their spotted pleasant conversation and lame jokes.
As he pulled away to take up his own investigations, his eyes flick to the approaching individual and, perhaps for the first time, there was actual recognition that seemed to line up where no other did. He had no memories of this guy, but there was something so moving in his gut about it that he actually found himself offering a grin in response. A man? A weapon? Both? Why did this suddenly feel very important?]
Oh well, you know me, always involved in something that takes me far and away. How have you been, pal?