a change of season

[toooldforlosing]

Raylan squinted up at the carnival that suddenly appeared on the horizon, signalling he'd turned up back in the nexus. He found it, at the moment, hard to care as much as he probably should about the fact he was no longer walking toward an emergency room

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[ouroborosdance]

"...Raylan?"

She senses the wound almost before she sees him, attuned to pain and injury as she is. That it's attached to someone she cares for is yet more troubling, and although Hasi doesn't run, the click of her heels speeds up to a staccato as she makes her way over with worried eyes.

There are more auspicious ways to reunite, but neither of them have ever been blessed by circumstance in that way.

[toooldforlosing]

"Oh, hey." He gives her a lopsided smile. "Long time, no-" He winces, a stab of pain keeping him from finishing the cliche. "...yeah. Hey."

He could be in worse shape, but he could be in much better too.

[ouroborosdance]

"What," she says, the words precise as she endeavors to maintain calm (since he's apparently gone a bit Raylan about the whole thing), "has happened to you."

She puts her hands on his shoulders, steering him toward a bench.

[toooldforlosing]

He lets her steer him. "Some asshole shot me." He says this on about the same level as someone taking his parking spot.