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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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.