[Zemo was hardly raised with such poor manners that he would complain... too loudly about what he's served. His thoughts are too scattered anyway -- on a photo of a family that was not his, on a house that was not his, and now on a Super Soldier that seems much less... super.
More lost.
It's an emotion he can almost sympathize with, actually.]
What are you talking about?
[He questions carefully, a tip of his head as he watches James move about the kitchen.]
no subject
More lost.
It's an emotion he can almost sympathize with, actually.]
What are you talking about?
[He questions carefully, a tip of his head as he watches James move about the kitchen.]
Guilty conscience, James?