Stares at Butch in silence for a couple minutes, lost in a curiousity before finally pointing at his cowboy hat.
"How long have you had that? Is it genuine.. I mean from the 1800s or did you get it recently?" Wants to ask another question but almost afraid to.
"Can I look at it, hold it?"
Unprompted asks. // @smokes-and-bullets
Butch can feel those eyes on him and he stares back, just about to pipe up when Fran beats him to it. He blinks.
“Oh, this ol’ thing?” Butch says, fingers moving to grip at the rim of his hat. “Shit, it’s been… a good long while. Perdy well over a hunderd years’re so, I’d say. I’un go no place without it.” He admits, smiling fondly at the chance to talk about its sentimentality even if he doesn’t go into further detail.
“Damn straight it’s genuine! Handmade at that.” At the question, he seems to hesitate some, if only because he wants to think it over. It was special to him but Fran hadn’t given him no reason not to trust him.
“Why not?” He finally concedes, taking his hat off of his head and holding it out to Francis. “Give ‘er a feel. She sure is soft, ain’t she?”
