Henry stays sitting, if for no other reason than because the both of them pacing is going to be far more nerve-racking than just the one of them pacing.
"Always." Although Doc Holliday is far more likely to pull a safeword when it comes to affection and the L-word than he would getting bound, beaten or choked, or doing the binding, beating and choking in bed. It's not that he doesn't want to be held, or loved, or worried over. But despite not wanting to be some kind of glorified, unattainable, mythical creature, he is very conscious of it. That branding, which is wholly incompatible with the cursed, undying monster that he is, doesn't allow for any vulnerabilities.
"I am not incapable of being gentle," Henry points out, as he has demonstrated time and time again. And if Raylan could look him in the eye and tell him in complete honesty that he wants gentle, Henry might even believe him. But he didn't need any ambient light to see that Raylan isn't after gentle. Spend enough time in a bordello and you know what kind of a good time any man who walks in is looking for. Henry has known since their second night on the porch drinking moonshine. Just because he doesn't kiss and tell doesn't mean he doesn't know.
They should drink silently over it sometime. When they get out. He is still hopeful about that, even if he is sitting on the floor in the hole in the ground with no real plan or idea of how to claw his way back out of this one.
"Before you get too carried away with your sexual fantasies, let's fantasise about ways to get out of here first," he teases right back as he slowly pushes himself up off the floor, grabbing the edge of his hat before it slides right out of his lap. At this point, he's not above throwing his shoe at the hatch they think leads up into 1306 if he thinks it would get any attention.
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"Always." Although Doc Holliday is far more likely to pull a safeword when it comes to affection and the L-word than he would getting bound, beaten or choked, or doing the binding, beating and choking in bed. It's not that he doesn't want to be held, or loved, or worried over. But despite not wanting to be some kind of glorified, unattainable, mythical creature, he is very conscious of it. That branding, which is wholly incompatible with the cursed, undying monster that he is, doesn't allow for any vulnerabilities.
"I am not incapable of being gentle," Henry points out, as he has demonstrated time and time again. And if Raylan could look him in the eye and tell him in complete honesty that he wants gentle, Henry might even believe him. But he didn't need any ambient light to see that Raylan isn't after gentle. Spend enough time in a bordello and you know what kind of a good time any man who walks in is looking for. Henry has known since their second night on the porch drinking moonshine. Just because he doesn't kiss and tell doesn't mean he doesn't know.
They should drink silently over it sometime. When they get out. He is still hopeful about that, even if he is sitting on the floor in the hole in the ground with no real plan or idea of how to claw his way back out of this one.
"Before you get too carried away with your sexual fantasies, let's fantasise about ways to get out of here first," he teases right back as he slowly pushes himself up off the floor, grabbing the edge of his hat before it slides right out of his lap. At this point, he's not above throwing his shoe at the hatch they think leads up into 1306 if he thinks it would get any attention.