This wasn't going at all how he'd thought it might, but just maybe it was going... Better? Her face had softened in a way he hadn't seen it soften before. Well... Till the last moment anyway, till her eyes narrowed.
Much's hands had settled on her hips when she'd pulled him closer, now they were just inches apart and there was a comfort in that, even if Leila herself had no innate ability to be comforting. She was alive, and feisty - and harsh and rude, too, but most importantly, she was listening. "We killed the Sheriff," he told her. "Me and Will."