☛ "Bambi, please lis'en tah me!" Said the outlaw in distress, sporting a bruised left eye, a couple of dents on his chips and a torn stetson hat. "You 'N' I both already know how much'ova idiot Ah really am. An' dis big dumb idjit came here to redeem 'imself. Dis 'ere lil' shit kicker ain't askin' fo' a second chance... but askin' for forgiveness from a kind, always smiling, sunshine gall such as yarself." He grasped her hand tightly, now bowing his head, the hat's brim hiding his walloped face.
☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up
Before the lamb got to open her mouth to speak she didn’t expect them to do that, but she nodded and listened to them. As he was talking, the lamb stared at his wounds and his torn hat. He looked like hell, and seeing him like this was breaking her heart. She used her free hand to wrap around his body to bring them into a hug, “It’s... Alright now, it’s...” She felt some tears rolling down her cheeks, “I love you.”
