how did we wind up here
@willpowered
“Why aren’t you eating?”
Jesse stared intently at the bowl of soup that was placed in front of him, as if that alone would will it away. He simply frowned and furrowed his brow as Moira asked her question, the outlaw forcing himself to not look at her.
“Ain’t hungry.” he said plainly, trying to ignore the pain in his side. He had arrived in Oasis a few days ago with intentions on resting, and somehow ran into the Irish woman. And then was attacked by some bounty hunters and grievously wounded.
There was no doubt that he would’ve died if it wasn’t for her. Naturally he felt like he owed her, but at the same time, he wanted nothing to do with her. He wanted to just gather his things and leave, never run into her again, and just move on.
Yet here he was. At her dinner table, staring at a bowl of soup.
He truly looked terrible, his hair a mess and bruised in multiple places. There was a large bandage around his middle that was responsible for the fact he nearly died. Shifting some, he winced as his hand moved to cup his side.
Why the hell was she being so nice? He wondered this, and finally managed to lift his gaze to her.
“I don’t remember ya’ bein’ so nice, Moira.. Why th’ Hell did ya’ help me?” he asked, even if it was rude. He didn’t really care if it came across that way, for he just wanted to get rid of this nagging feeling in his chest.
