Rodeo loves this shabby old trailer. There are rust spots on the paint, and when he got it the carpet and the curtains kind of smelled like an old woman's perfume, but now the place is so thoroughly lived in that every inch of it is resoundingly his. Those are his dirty boot prints by the door. That's his WORLD'S BEST BOSS coffee mug in the sink. Those are his cigarettes there on the nightstand, that's his pile of dirty laundry in the corner. Those are all of his empty whiskey bottles lined up on the counter, and there on the table is a half-finished crossword puzzle he was fretting over as distraction that morning. Everything smells like Hoyt's and bourbon, cigarettes and sweat, leather and sandy earth. For the first time in his entire life, there is a place that belongs exclusively to him. He went from a couch to a jail cell, with nothing in between. This home of his very own is more sacred to him than he cares to admit.
So when Adelaide walks in and heads right to the sofa to double over and drop her head between her knees, Rodeo's heart sinks down the floor and then seems to keep going lower and lower and lower. He'd been so damn proud and excited to show her his sweet little sanctuary, but she doesn't look all that pleased at all. He tries to figure out why, and all he can figure is that she's beyond exasperated. After all, look at her-- she's gone and found herself the swankiest of digs, hasn't she? She's done something with herself since he saw her last. Climbed the ladder, left them low-down roots in the dirt where they belong. Of course she's fed up with him. She's finally found him, and all she finds is a man still still up to all the same old shit, even living in a fucking trailer just like how he started. She's probably over it. Her no-good big brother is just the same as he's ever been.
Rodeo frowns, watching her for a beat and then taking a couple steps forward. He's not sure what to do, so he looks helplessly to Sarge, who he suspects is just as lost as him. He clears his throat, bringing his gaze back to Adelaide and finally crossing over to the sofa. He kneels down in front of her, taking both of her hands in his and hoping she won't just pull them away. "Hey, baby girl," he says, quiet and cautious. "You gonna tell me what's wrong?"