Laura was hoping he'd stay for as long as he could. She misses him, and frankly, it feels like so much longer than the few days it's been since they'd spent time together.
She motions that she can take his hat and places it on one end of a narrow console cabinet that runs along the wall that separates the living area from her bedroom area. At the other end is a bottle and a stack of hi-ball glasses she's yet to return to the speakeasy.
"And let you drink along? Not a chance," she says, returning and holding out a drink to him.
The hat is handed over, traded for that moments later drink and he smiles at her as he sits down, arm propped on the back of the couch.
"Good. Cute place you have, by the way. I like the window."
He'd wait and watch, but if it looked like she was gonna sit anywhere other than next to him, he'd have to gesture for her, encouraging her to join him. He missed her too, and while the last few days had been a wild craze, it also felt like the longest days he'd seen in a while.
She invites herself to that spot right beside him, switching the drink to her other hand before tucking her body comfortably against his. At the same time, she glances around, nodding slightly before bringing her gaze back to him.
"Me, too. It's a lot nicer than the cabin I was assigned when I first got here," Laura's reply comes with an edge of bitterness to it, but her expression carries a sense of relief. Had Steve not helped her then she was sure insanity would have gotten the better of her.
She takes a sip of her drink and puts her free hand, palm up for him to take and looks up at him.
"Do you want to talk about anything? Or forget about everything outside that door for a couple of hours?"
He can't help but smile, warm and crooked at the way she tucks in. He needed this, the grounding weight of someone against him, and takes and lets a deep breath at her question, sliding his free hand into hers and lacing their fingers together. Holding hands was always a kind of simple nice that Raylan secretly really enjoyed.
"Forgettin's easier because I don't even know where to start. Can't change more than I'm already doin', so much left out to the dice or the cards or whatever equally clique thing we've been watchin' for hundreds of years," he says, tone lifting almost playfully with his observation. When he didn't know exactly what to do, there was a default he fell to.
"But she hasn't exploded, she doesn't hate me and she's stayin' in my cabin for now. It's somethin' else to learn about yourself 15 years before you make a decision. Least I know Winona and I kept her secure. I haven't figured out the point where it tips into sheltered or not."
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She motions that she can take his hat and places it on one end of a narrow console cabinet that runs along the wall that separates the living area from her bedroom area. At the other end is a bottle and a stack of hi-ball glasses she's yet to return to the speakeasy.
"And let you drink along? Not a chance," she says, returning and holding out a drink to him.
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"Good. Cute place you have, by the way. I like the window."
He'd wait and watch, but if it looked like she was gonna sit anywhere other than next to him, he'd have to gesture for her, encouraging her to join him. He missed her too, and while the last few days had been a wild craze, it also felt like the longest days he'd seen in a while.
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"Me, too. It's a lot nicer than the cabin I was assigned when I first got here," Laura's reply comes with an edge of bitterness to it, but her expression carries a sense of relief. Had Steve not helped her then she was sure insanity would have gotten the better of her.
She takes a sip of her drink and puts her free hand, palm up for him to take and looks up at him.
"Do you want to talk about anything? Or forget about everything outside that door for a couple of hours?"
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"Forgettin's easier because I don't even know where to start. Can't change more than I'm already doin', so much left out to the dice or the cards or whatever equally clique thing we've been watchin' for hundreds of years," he says, tone lifting almost playfully with his observation. When he didn't know exactly what to do, there was a default he fell to.
"But she hasn't exploded, she doesn't hate me and she's stayin' in my cabin for now. It's somethin' else to learn about yourself 15 years before you make a decision. Least I know Winona and I kept her secure. I haven't figured out the point where it tips into sheltered or not."