thering: (Doc253)
John Henry "Doc" Holliday ([personal profile] thering) wrote in [community profile] villagelogs 2021-01-17 06:13 pm (UTC)

"I would say you are more of a protective, benevolent presence," Doc muses, pursing his lips as one hand rubs up from the middle of his thigh to his hip. He doesn't have that habit of sticking his hands in his pockets, like Malcolm, even if the weather calls for more warmth.

"Honestly I- found the events of those two nights quite unsettling," he admits, again with that nervous energy that he expends by adjusting his hat. That is the Doc Holliday equivalent of he had been scared shirtless. And it was his first admission to anyone so far, to the only person staying at 1306 that he feels he can talk to about this. He doesn't need the bravado around Raylan, Neal or Negan, but he puts it on around them anyway, wearing his casual confidence with a melodramatic flair like he can fearlessly take anything on. Maybe it's the moonshine or the thought of their expectations or- well. Whatever it is. He doesn't feel he needs to wear that same armour out here right now.

"I was sure those lanternless spectres were going to climb out of the mirrors and kill us all. I'd already caught glimpses of them moving out of the corners of my eyes. And there was nothing I could do about them, to keep them away from everyone." He had felt rather helpless, which maybe was the crux of the issue. He doesn't know. He hasn't dwelled on said issue enough to know what to make of it.

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