Went down to Santa Fe, where Renoir paints the walls

He was so casual about it, a surprised laugh left her chest and she breathed deeply to try and keep the goddamn tears away. “S’not like I came out here lookin’ fer yer. Yer don’t have ter make this yer problem.” Any sharpness had left her voice, and her head canted to the side ever so slightly, wondering just what the hell she had gotten herself into here.

When he asked if there was anything she needed, some of her spark came back, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth, “A hug’d be nice…an’ if yer know where there’s any mint I haven’t decimated yet… I think I’ve got enough ginger ter get me through another day of this deershit.” She supposed they had much to discuss now the cat was out of the bag. Logistics and such, if she was reading his want to be involved correctly.