@hclliday liked for a starter
He knew that what he had asked Holliday to do had been hard, and he had no doubts that he had done as asked and kept it from Wynonna - not that that had helped anything - and he knew that despite everything, there was still something there, some kind of unspoken tension between them. Dolls’ isolation, deterioration, and dramatic return to Purgatory on the brink of death had taken its toll on him. He’d lost everything, and clawed back what he could, but with Black Badge gone, and the time it was taking for him to return to normality, he knew he’d been acting differently. “Can I talk to you?” He murmured, his hand resting on Doc’s arm as he passed him. His dark eyes focused on the cowboy’s features, on the lines around his eyes and the constant quirk to his lips under his moustache, and for a moment, he half hoped the other man would say no, that this conversation could be put off for another day, “Privately?”
