"I'll kill four of you before you even clear your weapons, and I'll take my chances with the other two. And you see this star? That's gonna make it legal."
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he's cautious approaching her. the wolf has been around the things that walk these hills all his life. he knows when to tread carefully. so he moves slow, hands up to show they were empty.
(though the wolf of harlan county didn't have a need for man made weapons when he had claws and teeth.)
"i don't mean any harm," he says carefully. "but can't help you if you won't let me."
raylan’s rules for survival: dating edition (written down in a journal)
Do not fuck around with coworkers. That brings nothing but awkwardness especially if there is a break-up.
Do not allow new partners to ever meet either Winona or Boyd. Especially Winona because I don’t trust her not to turn them against me and then I will be outnumbered.
(under the first two is a third in a different hand)
Stop telling people about the boy you dug coal with, Raylan. It’s getting weird.
there's a soft buzzing in raylan's head as he slowly comes to consciousness, but the warm body pressed against his front makes it difficult to want to move. that and the headache that's throbbing from all the alcohol they consumed the night before. he grins softly and presses his nose into tim's hair, just enjoying the moment as the buzzing fades away.
no buzzing, but a soft chirp informs him that he has a new message on his cell.
reluctantly, he pulls himself away from tim and feels around the nightstand for his cell. even in the morning, the light on the screen is enough to have him squinting bleary-eyed until things come into focus.
several missed calls and texts from winona, the most recent only a few seconds ago. a wave of panic hits him and he's fearing the worst. something happened to willa and winona was trying to reach him.
the latest message is short: you better be dead in a ditch because i'm going to kill you if you don't get back to me ASAP.
not wanting to disturb his still sleeping partner, he rolls out of bed, grabbing his underwear as he slips out of the room, dialing winona's number. it only rings twice before her frustrated voice answers.
"raylan francis givens, you are the dumbest man i have ever known in my life. i swear to god you don't actually think things through. you just do them."
nothing wrong with willa, then and that sends a bit of relief through him. but he's still confused, not knowing what she could be talking about.
when she pauses, he's finally able to get a word in. "winona, honey, i am very well aware of my deficiencies as a person, but i don't know what the hell you're talkin' about here."
there's silence on the other end and raylan can imagine her stopping to assess the situation and the dumbass man she'd once been married to. "are you playin' dumb or do you really not remember what you did last night?"
"i really don't remember."
another small stretch of silence before laughter. laughter like he hasn't heard from her in a long time. he doesn't know what could have brought it on and that might be a bit scarier than her being angry.
"you really don't remember sending me a photo of you and tim at some big mass wedding event telling me you got hitched? that was the word you used, by the way."
as he stands there, a few parts of the night before rushing back, he hears her laugh again. "you really are an idiot, ray. but i guess there's worse people you could do this with. go back to bed with your husband."
he has no response as she rings off, leaving him standing, in just his boxers, outside the bedroom. instead of going back in immediately, he opens his text message with winona, scrolling past her demands for him to 'call her right this minute' to the photo he sent her. a selfie of tim and himself. drunk as anything but looking happier than he'd ever seen either of them. in the background, other couples at what he's remembering as a mass wedding event they'd heard about earlier in the evening. and the message he sent winona. just got hitched.
"well. shit," he mutters. he runs a hand through his hair, more gray than brown now, and steps back into the bedroom. he climbs into bed, an arm slipping back around tim's waist to pull him close again. raylan wants to let tim continue to sleep but this is something they're going to need to deal with.
"baby," he murmurs close to tim's ear, "i'm gonna need you to wake up now."