Wynonna almost smiled at the sight of them. They looked comfortable near each other. And Matt had sure as hell calmed down. My guys.
It wasn't until a few seconds later that she realized that she'd just thought that and gracefully started to choke on the coffee that she'd accidentally inhaled. "Shit, that's hot!" She spluttered.
It was an odd testament to how used to her presence Matt had gotten (and how distracting Frank's closeness was), that Matt hadn't actively been aware of exactly how close she was until he could hear her heartbeat change, stumble over itself, right before she choked.
Frank didn't seem surprised at all, he simply turned to look at her, turning into Matt, instead of away from him, and the smile in his voice was obvious. "Y'alright there, hotshot?"
[...]
"Yeah. I'm fine. Just went down the wrong way is all." She coughed a bit more before inhaling deeply and waving away the concern. Air. Oh thank God. There won't be an obituary saying that I died by drowning in my morning coffee.
















