Wynonna laughs and March feels just a little bit better, as selfish as it is. Maybe it's just her throwing him a bone, but it cracks that final weight off of both of their shoulders, he thinks. Nothing's really going to change, and as March runs his thumb over the piece of thread connecting him with her, he feels warm.

"My lawyer can convince anyone of anything. Even non-drunk judges," he assures, and can't help the chuckle.

"I'm still going to tease Little, though. Just so you know."