Rodeo had nearly forgotten exactly what it felt like to be around her. It was something he'd never quite be able to describe, but there beside her he realized that he had felt it since the night he met her. It was somehow comfortable, a sense of things being right-- no matter how wrong they had gone. Their relationship was over, and he understood that. But it didn't change the energy between them, not to him. He still felt that pull towards her, still felt right beside her, still felt that comfort in talking to her despite everything. He didn't believe in true love or soul mates, but there was no denying the fact that something deep inside of him felt like it fit with something inside of her perfectly.
He stuffed his hands inside his pockets to keep himself from touching her, after he nearly reached out and touched the small of her back as they passed through a doorway. It was instinctive, and he needed to fight that draw to put his hands on her. "He told me about what you'd reckon he'd say to me. That I fucked up real bad, that I had no right to do what I did to those men and even less right to lie to you about it. That I gotta clean up my act. He said a lotta shit I can respect, a lotta really valid stuff and all. And I just told him... you know, my side of it all. Apologized to him. Told him I wouldn't never hurt his family, and it was just... likely the lowest damn thing I ever done, sayin that. Just hope he believes me when I say I'm sorry and I regret it. I don't expect him to forgive me, just want him to know I'm fuckin' sorry for it."
"I was scared you might be pissed," Rodeo admitted, lifting a hand to ruffle it through the back of his already-messy hair. "Know I ain't got no right talkin' to him at all. But I just... I know there ain't nothin' I can do to atone for all I done. But I had to apologize to him. He was tryin' to do right by you when I was the one doin' you wrong."