OOM sorta: Rooms, back door, stables, in the morning.

[ikissdhimbck]

She wasn't joking.

The next morning, Katherine shows up at Doc's door, bright and early.

(The sun might not even be out yet, but eh, details.)

She's bundled in high boots, a long coat, and a scarf--his scarf--in preparation for the chilly morning. One gloved hand reaches out, and raps lightly on his door.

If he doesn't answer, she will only take that as invitation to knock louder.

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[ikissdhimbck]

"I know. But that don't mean I won't want to be around every morning."

She pauses, realizing just what she has said. It makes her tip her face away from him shyly, and she's suddenly glad for the windburn and the chill at her cheeks, because he can't see the way she's blushing.

She busies herself getting all her own things together, gathering up that packed lunch and clucking an affectionate farewell to the horses, and then she nods.

"All right then. I'll let you be the gentleman and lead the way on back. Unless, of course, we're still being outlaws 'n you'd rather cuss and spit some more," she smirks.

[scurlock]

Doc smiles at her comment, but when she tips her face away he chooses to stay quiet on it, even if it does make him smile quite a bit. He waits until she's gathered the basket and pulled her coat back on, before he wraps his arm around her shoulders as they walk.

He doesn't offer her his arm. Not if they're going to talk about outlaw things on the way back to the door.

"Too cold to spit," he quips. "And I ain't findin' anything that's rufflin' my feathers enough to cuss about, so I think you and I should just head on back and git us some grub. Eatin's important, you know..."

Doc laughs at the look that gets him, as they head inside.