[ God fucking dammit. God fucking dammit this is like, the sixth time this has happened with Wynonna. March's jaw clenches so hard he's surprised he doesn't chip a tooth. Wynonna's gorgeous no matter what way you slice it and there's something about the simple intimacy of someone putting their hair up like that's really, really unfair. ]
It doesn't.
[ March closes his eyes, scrunches his whole face up, in desperate need of a reset. When he opens them he's still looking at Wynonna, though. ]
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It doesn't.
[ March closes his eyes, scrunches his whole face up, in desperate need of a reset. When he opens them he's still looking at Wynonna, though. ]
Okay. Maybe I didn't look so close at it.
[ And maybe it was an excuse. ]