Re: Woods: Patrick/Mary
Dude, don't even. That is not going well. [That was what he said about growing into a new role, and she would get it. He'd literally spent hours unloading at her about how his life was defined by Webster and Webster's Websterness. But, being Patrick, his smile was back a second later.] But, my girl, you can ask anyone in this town and they'll tell you I'm exactly how I seem, and I haven't done anything else with my life. I never finish anything, dude. I would make a terrible spy... or whatever it is you're saying I might be. [He gave her a look that was about as knowing as Patrick Gunster got.] Are you going to drop the bullshit and tell me why someone might want to hurt you?
[But, whoooooa, wait.] What do the fires have to do with anything? Fires happen all the time in Shoshone. It's why they have Lookouts all over the place.
[Dude was not expecting the laugh, and he looked at her like she'd potentially lost her sanity in the last few seconds.] Man, you have to listen to me. These woods aren't anything to joke abou- [But the girl was pulling out her keys and retreating to the shed, and when she came back it was with an old bow and arrow. Now, let it be said that Patrick knew it was falling apart, the bow and arrow. Dude was not stupid, but he still stepped back as if he'd seen some version of a ghost, and it took him a second to collect his most cool demeanor and point at the arrow, his face still obviously pale, and he was already a pale guy.] Dude, no, no, we are not arrowing in the woods. And that won't protect you from everything there is here.