He has his skeletons, and she has hers. She's curious, of course; the bits and pieces he shares about his family knits a patchwork tapestry of unhappiness and struggle. Her mind drifts to the scar she discovered on his back, and realizes dully that it hasn't been the only one she's uncovered over the past year.
Her fingers find the gold chain laying across his chest and start to play with it absently.
"Jus' as well. You're already startin' t'fit the description of an ol' range rider a mite too well."
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"Fair enough."
He has his skeletons, and she has hers. She's curious, of course; the bits and pieces he shares about his family knits a patchwork tapestry of unhappiness and struggle. Her mind drifts to the scar she discovered on his back, and realizes dully that it hasn't been the only one she's uncovered over the past year.
Her fingers find the gold chain laying across his chest and start to play with it absently.
"Jus' as well. You're already startin' t'fit the description of an ol' range rider a mite too well."