“ makes sense? are you serious? what about any of this makes sense?!”
{ source. } | @coyotefaced
there are times when tone dictated the mood of the evening, when even the most egregious news would only be met with nothing more than an annoyed groan and a plan to discuss it later.
“pssh. fuck if i knew.” but stuff like that was more mutual. it didn’t involve the hacker taking to a cigarette or two and a cowboy focused on the vague news she’s been tossing like scraps to the pigs. it’s a misstep on her part, but if she weren’t so preoccupied with her own stuff, she’d muster up the sympathy. a groan leaves her as she sits up from her seat, hands smoothing back from her forehead as she moves her hair from her face. right, right, world–doom. doom impending. something something. she’s already losing it.
“it just does. i mean, if i wanted to lure out someone with the capability to outgun an entire train, wouldn’t it make sense to take a stealthier approach? they’re taking to sante fe next week. it just makes sense.” she put the light out on the dusty coffee table aside her.
“you’ll be fine!”
