"Mm," He nods, chewing and clearing his mouth to speak with a swallow. "I will."
As for the rest he quirks a brow, "Well, first off, I don't believe you'd have anything like that to worry about. I love you too much to deter me, you will always make me happy. But... yeah, I think so? I'd like to think we could talk about things that are bothering us so we can do better for each other?"
He shrugs, "We need to be able to communicate what we need from each other for this to work properly, right?"
He hums again in acknowledgement as he shovels another bite in. He'd woken up hungry to begin with and morning sex only made him more ravenous. What he wouldn't give for a few pieces of bacon. But his smile spread at the assertion that he doesn't have to worry, that James loves him and he's doing good enough already. It was nice to hear. Better to hear and be able to believe it so readily.
"Lotta people figure out how to make it work without such open roads, or so I've heard, but I don't wanna count myself among them again. I never swore off gettin' remarried or anythin' but if I'm going to do it again, I'd rather it be this way." This way and the way it had been with Vaughn and Rory.
God, he wanted to marry James so bad. Winona was gonna hate him too.
James can't seem to take his eyes off Raylan, lovestruck all over again as if they hadn't just shared 12 whole years together of marriage. He hadn't cooked the meal but it was still incredibly satifying watching the other eat with a ravenous exhuberance. And as he finally speaks those words into existence it gives him pause, a little surprised but quickly reeling himself in a little.
He has to restart his thought process a moment as he puts two and two together, to confirm, yes, the other was implying he wants to get remarried and that maybe they are making progress to getting to that point. That, perhaps Raylan was implying he wants to marry him some day. Maybe? He feels like he's missing something unspoken there, but he's afraid to let the words fall of his lips to ask. It's too soon to ask, isn't it?
For a brief moment his mind trips over everything and a sorta worry works itself into his throat. What if he's wrong? What if Raylan means he wants to keep his options open to remarry someone else? Remarry a woman. The older part of him that still believed two men couldn't be married. But that wasn't the case here, in the Barge or... in Miami. Is it? Now he can't seem to recall if Raylan had said gay marriage was accepted there.
"Is it possible for two men to get married in Miami?"
He loved watching the expression on James's face, the way it moves and shifts as the man sorts through whatever his thoughts might be about it. Raylan was sure that James would want to marry him back. After all that, after making love in their bed with young, wild abandon, after melting into each other as securely as they did, sex or no - James would say yes if he asked him, right?
"Yes," he answers, clearing his plate and setting it aside so he could clear his mouth as he came forward to lean on his elbows, on the counter top and watch James's face some more. "And most people, including the government, don't care."
They could get married if they wanted. Legally, binding, in all the ways that it meant something on paper. The words sat on the end of his tongue, tempered only by the same question James had. It was too soon to ask, wasn't it? Could they be sure this was them and not the spacefaring husbands? Had they separated themselves enough from the people they'd been for twenty some odd years together?
It was all he wanted to say right now, to the point where it hurt.
"Just a little paperwork, a stop down at the local courthouse for forms.. Marriage Licenses are still a thing." It felt odd, admitting that little bit of Government Function that sounds like it's coming out of the dark ages itself. The Government okaying marriages for all the common folk.
It was still an adjustment for him to know that places like that existed, options like that existed for him. People didn't care, the government even supported it. He knows it's not a perfect world but it's leaps and bounds better than his own. They could have that life again. Coming fresh out of a world where he got to taste what it could be like, a preview, and knowing it was fully something they could have again was absolutely intoxicating. Hell, if they were to jump the gun he knew they could make it possible here...
"We should do it then." Spoken confidently, words rolling off his tongue faster than he can realize what it sounds like he's implying.
They should wait. They should give it some time before tying the knot. What if this was just the residual of Vaughn and Rory's life?
"In Miami, I mean, if we make it off this Barge together... we should get married." Of course, he's not opposed to changing those plans if that feeling doesn't fade and someone pops the question.
A smile creeps across Raylan's face, breaking into a grin.
"Darlin' that's the best thing I've heard all year," he purrs, stepping over to slide a palm across James's face to draw him up into a firm, chaste kiss. When it breaks a few moments later, he murmurs.
"I want that. I want forever or as much time as we can steal together James McGraw. I wanna call you husband."
James matches the warmth in Raylan's grin and tips his head with the beckoning caress of that hand to capture Raylan's mouth with a hum. He kisses him in kind, one hand moving to sweep up the outside of the Marshal's thigh to settle at his lower back, touching and smoothing his fingers across his skin at the top of his ass.
"Mm, it does have a very nice ring to it." He'll tip his head up and kiss Raylan again. "You're making it very hard to want to leave."
Hard to leave says the man kissing him back like that. That whole staying home and in bed thing was sounding more and more tempting with James's hand moving back over him. Raylan groans softly and kisses James a third time.
"I should shower." He kisses him again. "I love you. Eat your eggs."
It was only then he'd begrudgingly pull himself away, hand sliding over the pendant hanging on James's neck as he went.
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As for the rest he quirks a brow, "Well, first off, I don't believe you'd have anything like that to worry about. I love you too much to deter me, you will always make me happy. But... yeah, I think so? I'd like to think we could talk about things that are bothering us so we can do better for each other?"
He shrugs, "We need to be able to communicate what we need from each other for this to work properly, right?"
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"Lotta people figure out how to make it work without such open roads, or so I've heard, but I don't wanna count myself among them again. I never swore off gettin' remarried or anythin' but if I'm going to do it again, I'd rather it be this way." This way and the way it had been with Vaughn and Rory.
God, he wanted to marry James so bad. Winona was gonna hate him too.
"And I think sayin' so between us is important."
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He has to restart his thought process a moment as he puts two and two together, to confirm, yes, the other was implying he wants to get remarried and that maybe they are making progress to getting to that point. That, perhaps Raylan was implying he wants to marry him some day. Maybe? He feels like he's missing something unspoken there, but he's afraid to let the words fall of his lips to ask. It's too soon to ask, isn't it?
For a brief moment his mind trips over everything and a sorta worry works itself into his throat. What if he's wrong? What if Raylan means he wants to keep his options open to remarry someone else? Remarry a woman. The older part of him that still believed two men couldn't be married. But that wasn't the case here, in the Barge or... in Miami. Is it? Now he can't seem to recall if Raylan had said gay marriage was accepted there.
"Is it possible for two men to get married in Miami?"
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"Yes," he answers, clearing his plate and setting it aside so he could clear his mouth as he came forward to lean on his elbows, on the counter top and watch James's face some more. "And most people, including the government, don't care."
They could get married if they wanted. Legally, binding, in all the ways that it meant something on paper. The words sat on the end of his tongue, tempered only by the same question James had. It was too soon to ask, wasn't it? Could they be sure this was them and not the spacefaring husbands? Had they separated themselves enough from the people they'd been for twenty some odd years together?
It was all he wanted to say right now, to the point where it hurt.
"Just a little paperwork, a stop down at the local courthouse for forms.. Marriage Licenses are still a thing." It felt odd, admitting that little bit of Government Function that sounds like it's coming out of the dark ages itself. The Government okaying marriages for all the common folk.
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"We should do it then." Spoken confidently, words rolling off his tongue faster than he can realize what it sounds like he's implying.
They should wait. They should give it some time before tying the knot. What if this was just the residual of Vaughn and Rory's life?
"In Miami, I mean, if we make it off this Barge together... we should get married." Of course, he's not opposed to changing those plans if that feeling doesn't fade and someone pops the question.
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"Darlin' that's the best thing I've heard all year," he purrs, stepping over to slide a palm across James's face to draw him up into a firm, chaste kiss. When it breaks a few moments later, he murmurs.
"I want that. I want forever or as much time as we can steal together James McGraw. I wanna call you husband."
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"Mm, it does have a very nice ring to it." He'll tip his head up and kiss Raylan again. "You're making it very hard to want to leave."
Or even finish his breakfast.
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"I should shower." He kisses him again. "I love you. Eat your eggs."
It was only then he'd begrudgingly pull himself away, hand sliding over the pendant hanging on James's neck as he went.