✪ Rubbing their back after a stressful day or disappointment.
" Damn it all to hell! I don’t need another goddamn word about today -- ”
Dutch didn’t even look up from where he sat in a hunch on his cot, head in hands and words of ire muffled into them. They’d been so close. Pinkertons. And Dutch could only blame himself for being blind to the fact they were so hot on their tail. He felt worse than a fool and he didn’t need another sympathetic sigh in his direction. Which is why the presence of a hand nearly made him bolt right out of his skin.
Head lurching upwards to demand an explanation, Dutch was halted properly by a firm squeeze and a smooth motion down the rigid line of his neck. It was incredible how simple a touch could drain the rattlesnake temperament clean out of him -- shoulders dropping and heavy eyes opening just enough to see the culprit. Sean.
“ . . . I’m sorry. ” The two words were roughly grit out as the outlaw made no move to pull away from the soothing gesture. It wasn’t pity being offered. It was a grounding assurance that he didn’t realize he needed. Dutch surrendered to it readily, head drooping forward and miserable slouch resuming. But this time it was far less self contained. It was a blood letting of his own anxieties and he couldn’t stop it if he tried. “ I’m sorry. ”
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