[ There's a lot to be said — a recognition of her apology and one of his own, and probably many more things, and usually he worries about what to say and how, and then ends up never saying the things he wanted to. And this is all.. atypical, inviting her in, not knowing what to do with any of it, but he's just.... glad for the chance. As much as his stomach's nervous and guilty and unsure what he's even doing anymore, there's a relief that at least this is something he can deal with. One thing at a time, piece by piece.
And he's grateful for the company, if he were to admit it. It feels like he's been alone for a very long time. It... says something, that Wynonna came to find him again. That she wanted to see him, even after... everything. That someone cares. He almost doesn't know what to do with the thought of that, and it makes him weirdly shy and pleased all in equal parts.
He's quietly closing the cabin door and moving inside, socked feet padding against wooden floors. Without his boots on, his footsteps are lighter, quicker, as he moves to stoke the fire again, and turns to look at her, brows lifting in surprise to hear those words. He hasn't told anyone about what had been following him, and certainly never expected to hear that anyone else experienced the same. ]
You know about them?
[ But her words said more than that, didn't they. Understanding comes in, and he's watching her widely, quietly horrified and curious all at the same time. ]
I thought.... I thought it was only myself. You had one?
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And he's grateful for the company, if he were to admit it. It feels like he's been alone for a very long time. It... says something, that Wynonna came to find him again. That she wanted to see him, even after... everything. That someone cares. He almost doesn't know what to do with the thought of that, and it makes him weirdly shy and pleased all in equal parts.
He's quietly closing the cabin door and moving inside, socked feet padding against wooden floors. Without his boots on, his footsteps are lighter, quicker, as he moves to stoke the fire again, and turns to look at her, brows lifting in surprise to hear those words. He hasn't told anyone about what had been following him, and certainly never expected to hear that anyone else experienced the same. ]
You know about them?
[ But her words said more than that, didn't they. Understanding comes in, and he's watching her widely, quietly horrified and curious all at the same time. ]
I thought.... I thought it was only myself. You had one?