Imagine.
Angela goes to move her washing into the drier and Jesse has left his clothes in there.
At first she’s grumbling about having to empty the drier but then...
Jesse comes down to get his clothes and Angela has fallen asleep leaning against a neatly folded pile of warm cowboy clothes. She might have put one of his shirts on over the top of hers, she may have wrapped one of his serapes around herself like a blanket... and ten minutes before Jesse came down she may have been doing the;
“I’m Jesse McCree, Howdy, Howdy, Howdy” thing.
But no one will ever know
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