"Can't say I know much about growing anything, but I suppose it's worth a try." Yeah, Doc's just going to show up one day with three chickens, a cardboard box of winter vegetable seedlings, and a stray pup he didn't have the heart to leave behind, and then they'll just have to deal with that regardless of what they know about chickens or seedlings.
"It's alright. I-- they. Deserve a straight answer." Which they're not getting from John Henry, even if they're getting something out of Raylan. Doc didn't know how Winona felt about this, suffice to say she doesn't seem pleased every time one or both of the hats show up. Wynonna is banking on the fact that Doc Holliday doesn't do roots and stagnation and white picket fence (not that they have one here - it's deliberately as wide open country as they can make it. Which might have to change once the chickens show up...) fantasies, and that he'll come back to her once he's done taking the long way around, when the time is right.
She isn't completely wrong, in that regard, but she didn't want to leave her divine demon-slaying mission behind and move on with him, and she was at home in Purgatory, and she got real nasty around Raylan, and Doc never much liked ultimatums to begin with. He loves her, deeply, and he always will no matter how hurtful and vitriolic she can get, but there are times he doesn't like her very much. He suspects Raylan feels the same about Winona.
"Living together isn't easy. A bit of distance... it's not such a terrible idea," he drawls. This might be a little too much distance, and 'sappy western romance' were not the choice words used by either of the womenfolk, but the boys are both one phone call away and all the assorted women in their lives know it. Besides, they can't argue that the girls aren't getting a healthy dose of mother nature out here.
"I didn't think I'd see you again, after," Doc muses quietly while he works away at the eggs. It's not as if they'd exchanged numbers, and neither of them were supposed to be in Montana. It's a big state to be running into each other, too. But Doc is an unwavering believer in kismet.
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"It's alright. I-- they. Deserve a straight answer." Which they're not getting from John Henry, even if they're getting something out of Raylan. Doc didn't know how Winona felt about this, suffice to say she doesn't seem pleased every time one or both of the hats show up. Wynonna is banking on the fact that Doc Holliday doesn't do roots and stagnation and white picket fence (not that they have one here - it's deliberately as wide open country as they can make it. Which might have to change once the chickens show up...) fantasies, and that he'll come back to her once he's done taking the long way around, when the time is right.
She isn't completely wrong, in that regard, but she didn't want to leave her divine demon-slaying mission behind and move on with him, and she was at home in Purgatory, and she got real nasty around Raylan, and Doc never much liked ultimatums to begin with. He loves her, deeply, and he always will no matter how hurtful and vitriolic she can get, but there are times he doesn't like her very much. He suspects Raylan feels the same about Winona.
"Living together isn't easy. A bit of distance... it's not such a terrible idea," he drawls. This might be a little too much distance, and 'sappy western romance' were not the choice words used by either of the womenfolk, but the boys are both one phone call away and all the assorted women in their lives know it. Besides, they can't argue that the girls aren't getting a healthy dose of mother nature out here.
"I didn't think I'd see you again, after," Doc muses quietly while he works away at the eggs. It's not as if they'd exchanged numbers, and neither of them were supposed to be in Montana. It's a big state to be running into each other, too. But Doc is an unwavering believer in kismet.