Raylan chuckled under his breath. They never talked politics; Raylan hadn't even asked if Henry had any interested in voting and he could guess at Wynonna's, but as volatile as that had ever been, current atmosphere aside, that kind of nonsense didn't belong here. This place was for more important, basic to life and happiness and well rounded individuals, things. It was Raylan's goal in life to be as different from Arlo in fatherhood as possible.
That meant a lot of dirt, a few critters and a few bruises.
If either of the Women came up to check it out for more than five minutes where they nitpicked anything they could see, they'd realize that. But then they'd find a way to stain the air somehow. He didn't mind them coming over, if they needed to; he was just against them lingering too long in his secure space. It wasn't that he was concerned about the stability of what he had with Henry, only that he didn't want to give Them the chance to dig and pick.
Head bobbing in concession, Raylan collected Henry's plate with a warm smile to the man and ran a hand across his shoulders as he stepped away back towards the sink.
"I think we'll hit a Few Important Questions once they get a little older. Right now, we're just their daddies and since we hang the sun and moon, I think that's good enough." It was everything, according to his tone. There was always something more heartfelt about his tone when he talked about the girls.
"And honestly, I mean. They're growin' up in a different world. One that's already.. well, more inclined than the one you remember. More inclined than the one I remember, really." Dishes washed and set to the side, Raylan leaned against the counter and started drying his hands.
"We gonna argue about who's driving to get them today?" The girls loved both their cars and the way they drove, but it was more amusing to hear the men argue about who drove more to their liking. Raylan was sure it was Henry's car, but that's what you get when you drive a sexy little red number like that.
JUST TWO OLD MEN BEING OLD MEN AT EACH OTHER I LOVE IT
That meant a lot of dirt, a few critters and a few bruises.
If either of the Women came up to check it out for more than five minutes where they nitpicked anything they could see, they'd realize that. But then they'd find a way to stain the air somehow. He didn't mind them coming over, if they needed to; he was just against them lingering too long in his secure space. It wasn't that he was concerned about the stability of what he had with Henry, only that he didn't want to give Them the chance to dig and pick.
Head bobbing in concession, Raylan collected Henry's plate with a warm smile to the man and ran a hand across his shoulders as he stepped away back towards the sink.
"I think we'll hit a Few Important Questions once they get a little older. Right now, we're just their daddies and since we hang the sun and moon, I think that's good enough." It was everything, according to his tone. There was always something more heartfelt about his tone when he talked about the girls.
"And honestly, I mean. They're growin' up in a different world. One that's already.. well, more inclined than the one you remember. More inclined than the one I remember, really." Dishes washed and set to the side, Raylan leaned against the counter and started drying his hands.
"We gonna argue about who's driving to get them today?" The girls loved both their cars and the way they drove, but it was more amusing to hear the men argue about who drove more to their liking. Raylan was sure it was Henry's car, but that's what you get when you drive a sexy little red number like that.