❝ COULD GET YUH 'NOTHER. ❞ HE MOTIONS to the empty glass, ❝ If y'want it. ❞ The cowboy won't press, but he looks like he needs it. There's just something about his eyes, they're sad, hard in a way he understands and refuses to comment on. Head tilts down, the hat lowering over his mask and revealing only a kind smile.
He's been too FRIENDLY lately.
❝ Don' matter t'me one way or another. ❞ In the end, he always gets what he's there for. Tonight, he's not sure, but he FEELS it deep in his chest, like a knife that's been dug into the cool earth. It has him on edge, almost. But there's a THRILL in it, too. It reminded him of the days on the circuit, where he never knew what was coming.
But now they're in a dusty room with one too little lights, there's a thickness in the air, and the sun is missing outside. He tries to not think too hard about it.