[ He doesn't point, and she doesn't move. She doesn't look past him, where her bed is, and she doesn't chew on her lip or swish the ponytail or any of the hundred other little nervous habits she's stomping down on right now. Her eyes don't follow the path his fingers take as he pats his breast pocket, and they don't drop to his mouth when he bites at his lip. Wynonna looks him right in the eye with a poker face she picked up from Doc Holliday himself and doesn't bat a lash.
It was fun, but it was a mistake, and they both agree on both those things, so what else is there to say? ]
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[ He doesn't point, and she doesn't move. She doesn't look past him, where her bed is, and she doesn't chew on her lip or swish the ponytail or any of the hundred other little nervous habits she's stomping down on right now. Her eyes don't follow the path his fingers take as he pats his breast pocket, and they don't drop to his mouth when he bites at his lip. Wynonna looks him right in the eye with a poker face she picked up from Doc Holliday himself and doesn't bat a lash.
It was fun, but it was a mistake, and they both agree on both those things, so what else is there to say? ]
See you around.