"Yeah, I guess." She sighs and rubs at the corner of her eye. It's stupid, and childish, and downright embarrassing, but she wants to ask him if she can stay in his bed for what's left of the night.
He watches and huffs a breath of surprise as she thunks her head into his chest like leaning against her father was the most normal thing in the world. Her question was a surprise as well, but it made him melt and softened his features even more. He couldn't tell her no. She didn't realize the power she had over him.
"Course you can," He says, one hand coming to settle on her back. "But I might snore, and you're gonna hav'ta be okay with that." That hand slides back around her shoulders as he moves and turns them towards the door back into his cabin.
"Beddin's clean though, and I do a laundry day once a week." In case she wanted to throw in and let him take care of her a little bit. To make up for all his shortcomings and him being behind. "Have you seen my bedroom yet?"
"You're right, it woulda been. But I think you'll be surprised... Maybe, I dunno what I've got later down the line."
He lets go of her once they get to his door and he flicks on the light before moving further in. It was a nice little place, with a low, modern frame. There was a set of chairs to their left and the door to the bathroom to their right, as well as the dresser, adorned with only a box in the far left corner. It was clean, tidy, and - outside of a few things - devoid of being 'lived in'.
Shouldering off his overshirt and unclipping his gun, Raylan starts taking off his watch. That was as far as he was gonna go before getting in bed and yes, that meant he was sleeping in his jeans.
"You can pick whatever side you want, but I tend to go for the left side, myself." A flick on of the bedside lamp before he goes to kill the overhead light.
"Were you scared of the dark when you were little?"
She is surprised. She doesn't comment on the fact that his bedroom has actual bedroom furniture and coordination, but the surprise is very clear.
Willa throws herself unceremoniously onto the left side of the bed, grabs the edge of the blanket, and turns herself into a burrito as she rolls over to the right side. "Not the dark. Car lights coming in my window freaked me out though."
It was, for all intents and purposes, a larger version of what he basically had at his motel. He liked the seating options. Anyone could have a conversation in these kind of settings.
Raylan scoffs a breath at Willa's antics and drops himself onto the side of the bed so he can take half a second and just run his hands through his hair before laying down with a sigh. It had been a long day. He would have lifted his arm in the silent offer to snuggle in but he wasn't stupid enough to assume any kind of general comfort.
"Means you got sense." Car lights in your window was almost never a good thing. "And it's an easy fix." Heavy drapes, if she had to be in a room that would get it.
"Mm, glad I'm holdin' to type." A question pops up in his head and he's not sure if he should ask it or not but with everything he's had to drink and how well things were going.. maybe, why not?
"Am I an' okay dad or am I fuckin' it up?" The way he says it, soft and quiet, is meant to try and help let her know that he wasn't going to be mad, no matter her answer. He just had to know.
Then she squirms her top half free of the blankets and is caught between the urge to hug him and the urge to give him a wet willy or something. "Of course you're an okay dad. Why do you think I'm so pissed you're never around?"
He studies her, normally well cut chin vanishing into the thin skin of where his neck and chin meat, a small smile curling at his lips.
"Yeah? And I'm gonna fix that you know," he says lifting an arm to invite her into his chest. "I'm not gettin' any younger. I gotta retire at some point, right?"
That was the goal - a house by the beach and no assholes for him to be chasing. Maybe he'd get a boat.
His arm drapes heavily around her, locking her in against him.
"It's a goal post though. Something to keep our eyes on." He felt just as trapped in it as she did, but it was what he'd signed up for, only a few years beyond what she was now.
"Can't imagine a world where I don't wanna spend time with my little girl," he sighs, words starting to take the heavier tilt towards sleep, accent deepening a little. "Just ain't gonna happen."
He would always want to spend time with her because he knew one day she'd grow up and not want that anymore.
Willa smiles, a little bit, but it hurts. She closes her eyes and listens to his heartbeat under her ear. The weight of his arm around her makes her feel safer than any amount of distance between Detroit and Florida ever could.
She can tell he's starting to fall asleep. She can't make herself mess that up to ask him if he's died on board. What it's like. How much it happens. He never falls asleep first when she's visiting, half the time she's pretty sure he doesn't fall asleep at all, because he's always awake before she is too.
"I love you, dad," she says, under her breath. It's not embarrassing if no one else knows she said it.
He's too far gone to pick up the specifics of the words, but not so far gone that he didn't hear the murmur. His arm tightens a little and he exhales with a little hum of reciprocation.
Raylan would still be awake before she was and wholly stayed in bed a little longer just to watch his daughter sleep so peacefully before going to make and enjoy his morning coffee.
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"Okay darlin', c'mon." He pushes to his feet and offers a hand to her.
"I doubt you need any tuckin' in at 15, but I'm happy to do it if you want anyway."
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"Can--" A deep breath, she rolls her eyes, and thumps her forehead against his chest. "Can I stay in your room tonight."
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"Course you can," He says, one hand coming to settle on her back. "But I might snore, and you're gonna hav'ta be okay with that." That hand slides back around her shoulders as he moves and turns them towards the door back into his cabin.
"Beddin's clean though, and I do a laundry day once a week." In case she wanted to throw in and let him take care of her a little bit. To make up for all his shortcomings and him being behind. "Have you seen my bedroom yet?"
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"Mom snores. You don't snore." Ugh, laundry... so much worse when it's her own somehow. "I haven't looked. I dunno, it felt rude."
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He lets go of her once they get to his door and he flicks on the light before moving further in. It was a nice little place, with a low, modern frame. There was a set of chairs to their left and the door to the bathroom to their right, as well as the dresser, adorned with only a box in the far left corner. It was clean, tidy, and - outside of a few things - devoid of being 'lived in'.
Shouldering off his overshirt and unclipping his gun, Raylan starts taking off his watch. That was as far as he was gonna go before getting in bed and yes, that meant he was sleeping in his jeans.
"You can pick whatever side you want, but I tend to go for the left side, myself." A flick on of the bedside lamp before he goes to kill the overhead light.
"Were you scared of the dark when you were little?"
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Willa throws herself unceremoniously onto the left side of the bed, grabs the edge of the blanket, and turns herself into a burrito as she rolls over to the right side. "Not the dark. Car lights coming in my window freaked me out though."
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Raylan scoffs a breath at Willa's antics and drops himself onto the side of the bed so he can take half a second and just run his hands through his hair before laying down with a sigh. It had been a long day. He would have lifted his arm in the silent offer to snuggle in but he wasn't stupid enough to assume any kind of general comfort.
"Means you got sense." Car lights in your window was almost never a good thing. "And it's an easy fix." Heavy drapes, if she had to be in a room that would get it.
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"Can I ask you somethin'?"
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Willa stares at him from her roll, speechless.
Then she squirms her top half free of the blankets and is caught between the urge to hug him and the urge to give him a wet willy or something. "Of course you're an okay dad. Why do you think I'm so pissed you're never around?"
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"Yeah? And I'm gonna fix that you know," he says lifting an arm to invite her into his chest. "I'm not gettin' any younger. I gotta retire at some point, right?"
That was the goal - a house by the beach and no assholes for him to be chasing. Maybe he'd get a boat.
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Willa doesn't sound overly optimistic. "I mean I know the mandatory retirement age is 57, but you're not there yet."
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"It's a goal post though. Something to keep our eyes on." He felt just as trapped in it as she did, but it was what he'd signed up for, only a few years beyond what she was now.
"Can't imagine a world where I don't wanna spend time with my little girl," he sighs, words starting to take the heavier tilt towards sleep, accent deepening a little. "Just ain't gonna happen."
He would always want to spend time with her because he knew one day she'd grow up and not want that anymore.
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She can tell he's starting to fall asleep. She can't make herself mess that up to ask him if he's died on board. What it's like. How much it happens. He never falls asleep first when she's visiting, half the time she's pretty sure he doesn't fall asleep at all, because he's always awake before she is too.
"I love you, dad," she says, under her breath. It's not embarrassing if no one else knows she said it.
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Raylan would still be awake before she was and wholly stayed in bed a little longer just to watch his daughter sleep so peacefully before going to make and enjoy his morning coffee.
Maybe things would be okay. Maybe.