Re: Woods: Patrick/Mary
[Ranger Patrick semi-remembered himself when she announced and saluted. Man, he was on the job, and he saluted back at the little girls. He didn't spend much time doing this. Most of this dude's time was spent deep in the woods and away from people, so maybe he got some slack cut for his less than gallantly Ranger behavior. And, all right, so dude was angry. He didn't want to be angry. He'd convinced himself he was most absolutely not angry. Dude was most definitely angry. Man, but he still stared at her face like he was thirsty and they were in a desert, which was majorly unfortunate.
At least he remembered to wave at the little girls, and he managed his long legs with impressive aplomb when she pulled on his shirt. Dude followed, because Patrick was like that, and he liked to think he'd found some chill by the time they stopped out of earshot of the girls and mothers.]
You're not going to tell me what your real name is, are you? [He didn't wait for an answer, because he figured he wasn't going to get one. But, man, she confessed that Delilah belonged to her mom, and Patrick was shit at holding grudges. He sighed a heavy-dude sigh, and he glanced back at the Scouts and then back at her. He pulled her to a stop just shy of the supply shed, and he looked at her again. He didn't look away, nah, man, he just faced her with full on earnest.] Was anything you told me true, my girl?