[ ...in common with an earp... let's pretend the narration can properly stock her sentences with the words required to make sense. ]
What's there to discuss? [ he resists the urge to light another cigarette. ] Girl doesn't know what she wants. [ or who. ] It is not my place to dictate that. Not here, and most certainly not there.
No, not dictate. But it's not that black and white, either. It sounds like she's got a complicated life and a lot to deal with. I know a little about being in love with someone like that.
[ he shrugs, but ray actually sounds more confident now than he probably does ... ever. a little sadder than he likes to project, but a lot more genuine than he usually seems, too. there's no way he can help the warmth that enters his voice when he talks about kendra. ]
It was worth the journey, and I wouldn't change a single minute of it. Except to maybe treat her as a true partner sooner.
And what of feelin' that way [ because not saying it himself allows it to remain a tolerable, ambiguous burden ] about your former best friend's great-great-granddaughter? Do you have experience there?
[ doc's aware he's being a dick. he does that. when someone strikes a nerve, either he doesn't say anything or what he does say comes out sounding pretty damn asshole-ish. ]
How fortunate for her that you managed to come around. However, Wynonna is not my partner, nor will she ever be.
[ it doesn't seem the dickishness will land, and in fact ray doesn't take it personally. he's used to being snapped at-- it usually just means he missed a back-off signal somewhere. if anything, he appreciates people like doc, who are willing to bite a bit before walking away entirely. ]
Gosh, no. I wasn't implying that our situations are the same. Just-- offering a place to commiserate a little. Blow off some steam.
[ and if talking isn't the right way to do it now, ray figures more target practice might help. he queues up the track again and turns to take a few of his own shots-- hard light blasts that hit perfectly thanks to technology rather than his own skill. ]
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What's there to discuss? [ he resists the urge to light another cigarette. ] Girl doesn't know what she wants. [ or who. ] It is not my place to dictate that. Not here, and most certainly not there.
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No, not dictate. But it's not that black and white, either. It sounds like she's got a complicated life and a lot to deal with. I know a little about being in love with someone like that.
[ he shrugs, but ray actually sounds more confident now than he probably does ... ever. a little sadder than he likes to project, but a lot more genuine than he usually seems, too. there's no way he can help the warmth that enters his voice when he talks about kendra. ]
It was worth the journey, and I wouldn't change a single minute of it. Except to maybe treat her as a true partner sooner.
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[ doc's aware he's being a dick. he does that. when someone strikes a nerve, either he doesn't say anything or what he does say comes out sounding pretty damn asshole-ish. ]
How fortunate for her that you managed to come around. However, Wynonna is not my partner, nor will she ever be.
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Gosh, no. I wasn't implying that our situations are the same. Just-- offering a place to commiserate a little. Blow off some steam.
[ and if talking isn't the right way to do it now, ray figures more target practice might help. he queues up the track again and turns to take a few of his own shots-- hard light blasts that hit perfectly thanks to technology rather than his own skill. ]