"We'll do our best," Raylan promises as he reopens the door and sticks his head out. After a brief glance around, he opens the door further and gestures for Willa to go ahead and step out.
"Take care yourself, Arthur." And with that, he closed the door and started them off towards the elevator. Using the elevator meant that it didn't take them more than a few minutes to get downstairs.
"I made a bit of a mess, but don't worry about it, okay? Just haven't had a chance to clean it up yet," he explains as he opens the cabin door for her.
A bit of a mess, he says, but she's not expecting the absolute disaster of his cabin. She stares for a second, grip on his hand tightening instead of loosening.
"What happened? Are you okay? Did someone attack you?"
The dining room table was in pieces, to match the pieces of chair that had gone at it and, apparently, the wall. Wood was everywhere, the coffee table had been kicked on its side - 'a mess' was a very kind and light description.
Raylan gets them in and closes the door behind them before he answers.
"I'm fine, darlin'. No one attacked me. It's just.. Like I said, I made a bit of a mess. It's alright."
If he had his way about it, she wouldn't have ever seen it like this, seen the possibility of the destruction of his fury, but getting her home was more important. He just hoped she didn't notice the soft bruising on some of the knuckles of his right hand.
Better the table than Roman's face. he doesn't say that and instead, let a beat of silence hold before he answers, quieter than before. Ashamed, almost.
"I did. I'll clean it up too. Why don't you go set your things down. I'll get the worst of it outta the way." After he acquires himself a drink. He needed one. He needed more than one. He didn't mind the grip of her hand and wasn't going to be the first to break it right now, but his parental suggestion should move them on and hopefully she'll catch onto something else to focus on.
"We can eat at the island. If that's what you're worried about."
"Alright." He wasn't going to fight her on it; that would cause more problems.
"Doesn't have to be right now though. It'll still be here in a few minutes. Let's get comfortable first." Which was a total lie - as soon as he had that drink in hand, he'd end up working on the clean up effort anyway. Better than having to stare at it; but he did have to figure out what they were gonna do with the debris.
She hugs him, then lets go slowly, inspecting the room. "Maybe we can pile stuff near the door and then when things calm down we can get rid of it with all the other things that've gotten broken around the ship. It's not like anyone will think it's weird."
"Let's put it outside on the deck. At least there, I can consider burnin' it on the beach later. A little bonfire for us." It wasn't going to do much for his shame, but it was step one - get things cleaned up so they could pad around the cabin safely.
"Do you think you'll be able to tell me what happened to you today?"
"Good idea." She starts picking up all the bits she can reach. Focusing on that until he asks her what he asks her. Willa stares at her armload of broken furniture, eyes filling a little as she thinks about Jesus and John Gaius and Arthur and John and Zerxus.
He nods in return and then once again to point her back towards the door so he could follow her out. They make a nice pile on the free corner of the deck and Raylan sets about sweeping. He was glad the cabin was hardwood floor and stand alone rugs throughout. Made all this a lot easier.
He wasn't going to push her to talk until things were, in fact, finished but if she didn't say anything by the time he put the broom away, dark brown worried eyes would settle on her, patiently waiting for her to pick a place, to sit or stand, to start when she was ready.
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"Take care yourself, Arthur." And with that, he closed the door and started them off towards the elevator. Using the elevator meant that it didn't take them more than a few minutes to get downstairs.
"I made a bit of a mess, but don't worry about it, okay? Just haven't had a chance to clean it up yet," he explains as he opens the cabin door for her.
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"What happened? Are you okay? Did someone attack you?"
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Raylan gets them in and closes the door behind them before he answers.
"I'm fine, darlin'. No one attacked me. It's just.. Like I said, I made a bit of a mess. It's alright."
If he had his way about it, she wouldn't have ever seen it like this, seen the possibility of the destruction of his fury, but getting her home was more important. He just hoped she didn't notice the soft bruising on some of the knuckles of his right hand.
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It's soft, not accusatory, for all that she could turn it that way if she wanted to. She doesn't.
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"I did. I'll clean it up too. Why don't you go set your things down. I'll get the worst of it outta the way." After he acquires himself a drink. He needed one. He needed more than one. He didn't mind the grip of her hand and wasn't going to be the first to break it right now, but his parental suggestion should move them on and hopefully she'll catch onto something else to focus on.
"We can eat at the island. If that's what you're worried about."
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"I'll help." It's solid and determined, more than anything. "You might have had to break it by yourself but you don't have to clean it up alone."
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"Doesn't have to be right now though. It'll still be here in a few minutes. Let's get comfortable first." Which was a total lie - as soon as he had that drink in hand, he'd end up working on the clean up effort anyway. Better than having to stare at it; but he did have to figure out what they were gonna do with the debris.
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"Do you think you'll be able to tell me what happened to you today?"
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She bites her lip and nods. "Finish this first?"
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He wasn't going to push her to talk until things were, in fact, finished but if she didn't say anything by the time he put the broom away, dark brown worried eyes would settle on her, patiently waiting for her to pick a place, to sit or stand, to start when she was ready.