So that's why he stays away from alcohol. And that's why he reacted so strongly the last time they saw each other before she left, when he tried to kiss her and caught the tequila on her breath. Vaguely, she knows there's more to it than that, but when it comes to reasons to stop there's no greater motivation than being followed by your dead loved ones.
A line forms between her brows. She thinks about Sam. She saw him today. Before the bank job, after the bank job; when she and Rachel were riding through the desert. Standing with Mary Lou, hitched to his onion cart. He never follows her here, but everywhere she turns outside that door she sees him.
She stretches carefully to press a lingering kiss to the pit of his throat, following it with another to his adam's apple. Her fingers feather his hair.
"I see — "
Her voice hitches, trust wavering.
Knowing this will breach her carefully constructed walls.
"I see Sam. That way. I — can't let him go."
She lays her head on his shoulder, just concentrating on the steady beat of his heart. She doesn't say anything for a long time. Nothing needs to be said.
She wants to tell him everything's okay. It's all going to be okay.
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So that's why he stays away from alcohol. And that's why he reacted so strongly the last time they saw each other before she left, when he tried to kiss her and caught the tequila on her breath. Vaguely, she knows there's more to it than that, but when it comes to reasons to stop there's no greater motivation than being followed by your dead loved ones.
A line forms between her brows. She thinks about Sam. She saw him today. Before the bank job, after the bank job; when she and Rachel were riding through the desert. Standing with Mary Lou, hitched to his onion cart. He never follows her here, but everywhere she turns outside that door she sees him.
She stretches carefully to press a lingering kiss to the pit of his throat, following it with another to his adam's apple. Her fingers feather his hair.
"I see — "
Her voice hitches, trust wavering.
Knowing this will breach her carefully constructed walls.
"I see Sam. That way. I — can't let him go."
She lays her head on his shoulder, just concentrating on the steady beat of his heart. She doesn't say anything for a long time. Nothing needs to be said.
She wants to tell him everything's okay. It's all going to be okay.
But she's not so sure of that herself.