For Raylan - Ageswitch

[sluttylyingliar]

Rachel really can't even pretend to deny anymore that waking up in the same house together, every morning, doesn't make her happy. Really happy. Maybe even closer to content, which is a brand new thing.

It's a typical morning in every way except that she's missing the heavy weight of Raylan's arm around her waist. She doesn't bother opening her

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[angriestman]

He startles awake; he's always been kind of jumpy, and instinctively grips onto Rachel's tanktop with both tiny hands, watching the room with wide, dark eyes.

"What!" he pipes, looking all around the room wildly. "Rachel, what is it?"

[sluttylyingliar]

"You're little," she blurts out, looking around to reassure herself they aren't back in fucking Harlan. Again.

"Fuck, you're a little kid again. Are you okay? Do I look normal?"

[angriestman]

"You swore," says Raylan, dark eyes saucer wide for a moment before he studies her. The solemness of the look is almost comical on his little face.

"You look exactly the same as you usually do," he says, little eyebrows drawn together in concentration. "Honest."

[sluttylyingliar]

"Yeah, sorry," she breathes, a little hysterical. At least he knows who she is. That's a start. God, at least she isn't naked.

"Okay, so you know like, where you are? That you aren't in Kentucky, right?" she asks, tugging him up to sit against the headboard.