It was a bold move and one that worked, moving Raylan back into his place, hands propping on the counter as he needlessly caught himself. He could feel the steel in his eyes, the set of his own jaw; there better be a good reason you stopped me. He wasn't looking to get punched again and the last thing he wanted to do was swing on Henry. There were other options that didn't involve his heart getting pummeled, literally or figuratively.
It was also a little hot, a mental sidenote that had nothing to do with anything.
I ain't done with you 'til I say I'm done. He shouldn't read too much into it. Right?
Raylan's features slowly softened in kind, the steel of self-defense melting back into the soul weighing tiredness that he'd been carrying around before. His hands fell from their place and settled back on Henry's hips, as he considers those words, eyes wandering over the features of Henry's face.
"I don't want the world.." What if I just wanted you? "What I want is to be able to do with them what I do with you. Enjoy the time we've got. Enjoy what, yes, Mathis has given us. I wish things were different too. 'D steal you away to some back country, Henry, some porch for as many years as you'd let me." Was that too close? Maybe. Fuck it.
"But I can't. So," he continued with an intake of breath, eyebrows lifting a little, hands sliding a little further around the gunslinger. "Since I know I won't get to keep any of it, I want all of it while I can have it. Where it doesn't matter what town I'm in. Where it doesn't matter what next year is gonna bring. Yes, they hurt. So do I. So do you. If it is too much, then they will make their severances, but I will not cut off my hand to save my foot. Not here. It will only make us all suffer more."
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It was also a little hot, a mental sidenote that had nothing to do with anything.
I ain't done with you 'til I say I'm done. He shouldn't read too much into it. Right?
Raylan's features slowly softened in kind, the steel of self-defense melting back into the soul weighing tiredness that he'd been carrying around before. His hands fell from their place and settled back on Henry's hips, as he considers those words, eyes wandering over the features of Henry's face.
"I don't want the world.." What if I just wanted you? "What I want is to be able to do with them what I do with you. Enjoy the time we've got. Enjoy what, yes, Mathis has given us. I wish things were different too. 'D steal you away to some back country, Henry, some porch for as many years as you'd let me." Was that too close? Maybe. Fuck it.
"But I can't. So," he continued with an intake of breath, eyebrows lifting a little, hands sliding a little further around the gunslinger. "Since I know I won't get to keep any of it, I want all of it while I can have it. Where it doesn't matter what town I'm in. Where it doesn't matter what next year is gonna bring. Yes, they hurt. So do I. So do you. If it is too much, then they will make their severances, but I will not cut off my hand to save my foot. Not here. It will only make us all suffer more."