"Maybe they just don't like the look of your face," Doc teases. He has heard many defences before. Has himself needed to produce such defences. But different times necessitated different courses of action. It was one man's word against another's and who could outdraw whom where a bottle of your special occasion whiskey couldn't solve a disagreement. They didn't need any lawyers to prove anything. Maybe Raylan would have lived well in his time. But you can't choose where and to whom you are born.
"The Earps are... caught up in something you would find hard to believe." More so than Doc Holliday still being alive and kicking is hard to believe. Nevermind the whole getting his best friend's great great granddaughter pregnant and all. Well, he does love them hot and batshit crazy, so on that front Wynonna has got those covered at least. There are complications there - which relationship doesn't have any, really? - but he tries not to think of the two of them as anything more than... whatever the term is these days for consenting adults who enjoy sleeping and killing and watching the occasional TV program together. Maybe that term is simply a special kind of... family friend.
"When I was close to death, Wyatt rode to Purgatory, take care of the sheriff. Word is he was terrorising the town. Before he could put the sheriff down, he cursed Wyatt Earp and all his descendents. The seventy seven people that Wyatt killed would come back every time the next Earp heir turned 27, a little more feral and demonic each time. It was the sheriff's wife Constance who came after me." Doc glances over at Raylan and sighs, lowering his gaze as his jaw shifts uncomfortably. It is what they do, going around hunting resurrected unsavoury characters. There is little time to be spent on more conventional endeavours.
"She's got 27 good years with her baby, should she choose to keep it." Doc is actively choosing not to get attached to any idea of a happily ever after. There is no such thing. "And then it all goes to shits, all over again. That is if they both live that long. I... God I pray that they do, but. I do not think they will."
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"The Earps are... caught up in something you would find hard to believe." More so than Doc Holliday still being alive and kicking is hard to believe. Nevermind the whole getting his best friend's great great granddaughter pregnant and all. Well, he does love them hot and batshit crazy, so on that front Wynonna has got those covered at least. There are complications there - which relationship doesn't have any, really? - but he tries not to think of the two of them as anything more than... whatever the term is these days for consenting adults who enjoy sleeping and killing and watching the occasional TV program together. Maybe that term is simply a special kind of... family friend.
"When I was close to death, Wyatt rode to Purgatory, take care of the sheriff. Word is he was terrorising the town. Before he could put the sheriff down, he cursed Wyatt Earp and all his descendents. The seventy seven people that Wyatt killed would come back every time the next Earp heir turned 27, a little more feral and demonic each time. It was the sheriff's wife Constance who came after me." Doc glances over at Raylan and sighs, lowering his gaze as his jaw shifts uncomfortably. It is what they do, going around hunting resurrected unsavoury characters. There is little time to be spent on more conventional endeavours.
"She's got 27 good years with her baby, should she choose to keep it." Doc is actively choosing not to get attached to any idea of a happily ever after. There is no such thing. "And then it all goes to shits, all over again. That is if they both live that long. I... God I pray that they do, but. I do not think they will."