He feels a little wild and untethered, even as he tries desperately to reach towards the anchor that he wants. It's Faraday and he's so close, but that edge of desperation is killing him, making him want to be close and far at the same time. He's looming above the guard and debating whether he wants to hit him a little more, but he wants so badly to be at the horses.
Buckling his gun belt, he yanks his bag up and finds that his breath is still a little too sharp for his liking. It's dark outside and he lingers at the door because he doesn't want to go just yet.
"It was supposed to be a nice time," he says, defeated and feeling the fight starting to sink out of him. "You and I, we were supposed to get a break and I ruined it. This awful price on my head."
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Date: 2018-06-22 06:25 pm (UTC)Buckling his gun belt, he yanks his bag up and finds that his breath is still a little too sharp for his liking. It's dark outside and he lingers at the door because he doesn't want to go just yet.
"It was supposed to be a nice time," he says, defeated and feeling the fight starting to sink out of him. "You and I, we were supposed to get a break and I ruined it. This awful price on my head."