tinstar: (worried)
Deputy US Marshal Givens ([personal profile] tinstar) wrote 2022-05-09 03:27 am (UTC)

Raylan had dealt with Tim's PTSD nightmares, the ones from the sandbox and the one from the Entities, the full throated terror of bloodied and helpless, defeated weeping of a broken man. He hated that he had any experience in this and in the same breath, was glad for it. He could recognize the sound of a tear torn voice, even at its edges and simply kept quiet and still, letting James speak as he would.

He had seen a lot of people shot dead. He'd done some of the shooting himself and knew, in part, the traumas that came from it. To even imagine Winona having been shot, or Willa, while she was in the womb-- It would have been devastating.

"Nah.. No, folks don't leave anyone that easily. A year is.. nothin'... Not after we're young." He took a few seconds to just breathe in the smell of James, mulling over how best to put things. "The dead have a habit of stickin' around. Those you love." Those you hated.

"I hear Arlo sometimes. Talk to him. I know it's in my head but.. That doesn't stop it from feelin' real. I'm startin' to think it's what might be defined as unfinished business. It's okay. Natural. She's not here. There's no one here but us." He presses another kiss to James's shoulder.

"One of these nights, you should tell me more about her. Maybe rememberin' her instead of runnin' from her will help put her to rest." He had no idea if that would work, but it was worth a shot. Even if only to help put her away except on the worse nights, where every dark crevasse seemed to yawn open.

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