“Always.” She says to him without hesitation and means it. Just because she is trying to absorb everything doesn’t mean she won’t have his back. She trusts him. She loves him. She’d follow him to hell if it was important to him but it doesn’t mean she wouldn’t burn, it doesn’t mean she’d enjoy the trip. There’s so much more here that’s boiling under her surface.
They’re all bearing weight. They all have something they're carrying on their backs. Some of the load they're sharing. Some of it is there's to carry alone.
Teagan is afraid. She’s afraid of plenty. It’s the power behind her courage. It’s what fuels her will. This determination not to lose everything all over is the force that drives her. She used to think she was so careful and it isn’t until recently she’s realized how stupid she’s been.
Just on cue, she can see Sonny over her King’s shoulder, holding his Gin and whispering in her ear. He’s glancing over at Teagan and Rodeo and the two of them laugh. They could be sharing secrets, or they could just be enjoying a warm loving squeeze by the fire. Depends on who you are when you look over at them.
“I’m headed to my trailer. Can we talk there?” she wraps her arms around herself, hugging the cut she has on. Finger tips feel the smoothed, worn leather as they move. It isn't too far away from where he found her that her little corner of paradise is waiting for them. Solar lights outside light up as if she's on a camp holiday. Inside the radio's playing. She's forgotten to turn it off on her way out. It's on the last song of mix she's made .