Butch is relieved Candi hadn’t seemed to take it personally; his knee jerk reaction was always anger, even if it was childish at times. It was one of the many things he didn’t like about himself as it only pushed people away, and Candi had been nothing but sweet and kind to him.
“Nah…” he scratches the back of his neck bashfully, averting his gaze for a moment. “It’s stupid anyhow. Honest.” He assures her. It was an irrational thing to let himself get hurt over and at the end of the day, his own responsibility to maintain his emotions. He had just allowed it to eat at him, but he made a mental note to try his best not to allow it to happen again. “But I ‘ppreciate all that from ya. Yer too sweet, gonna gimme a tooth ache with all that.”
A smile brightens his face at his words and he watches Candi take the bag of sugar cubes, releasing Darlene’s reigns so she can ease her way over, her hoofs clicking against the pavement as she approaches the woman. Her tail wags, her long face getting up in Candi’s business like a dog wanting attention—she even gives her a lick on the face with her big ol’ sloppy tongue!
At Candi’s question, Butch hums thoughtfully. “M’not sure, honestly. Found ‘er out in th’ wild f’ya could believe it! She didn’t pay me a lick’f mind fer a long while. More stubborn than any bull I’ve ever met.” He chortles at the memory. “But now she’s as sweet as can be! My sweet girl, yes ya are~” The demon blooded cowboy coos, giving her side some playful pats. She seems more focused on the sugar cubes though.
