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[formerly]

I daresay everybody's a little bit superstitious, whether or not they're directly aware of it. Even if it just comes down to trustin' your gut.

Don't wanna be sayin' I told you so, but I did, didn't I?

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[barrel]

Seems to be the general consensus around here.

[formerly]

Yeah, we're all too smart for our own goddamn good.

[ Still — or maybe as such — Goody laughs. ]

Even when we're wrong.

[barrel]

I don't know about you, handsome, but I'm never wrong.

[ sarcasm. sort of. ]

[formerly]

[ Goodnight grins, all teeth, though still plenty good-natured. ]

Well, I guess even a broken clock's right twice a day.

[barrel]

See? That's the right attitude to have.

[ wynonna smirks, pointing a finger in his direction. ] You a superstitious man yourself?

[formerly]

[ With a shrug that plays down just how right she is: ] Oh, a little bit. They don't go callin' 'em old wives' tales for nothing, you get me?

[barrel]

[ she makes a face. ] Because back in the day, it was either make a bunch of shit up or wash clothes?

[formerly]

You are a modern woman, aren't you?

[ He doesn't mean it to cast aspersions or anything of it the sort, as is obvious from the way he grins. ]

Every lie with legs has got a grain of truth in 't.

[barrel]

Born and raised, cowboy.

[ she sees that grin and raises one of her own. ]

Ain't that the damn truth.

[formerly]

[ He winks in response, leaning back to rest his weight on one leg, crossing the other over at the ankle. ]

So, Ms. Never Wrong — what's your tale?

[barrel]

Oh, you know. Heir to a gunslinger, still cleaning up his messes after all these years.

[ wynonna grabs two glasses from behind the bar with her fingers, free hand pulling a bottle of whiskey right along with it. plopping down, she opens the booze, spilling it out for the both of them. wrinkling her nose, she pushes one to goodnight. ] That old chestnut.

[formerly]

[ Goody takes the glass with a nod, smiling over the rim. ]

Heir to a gunslinger, [ he repeats, thoughtful. ] That's got some romance to it, though I'd wager it's a story that sounds better than it feels.

[reckonings]

You might be careful, Mr. Robicheaux — scarin' them off hardly seems appropriate.

[formerly]

Oh, you're probably right, [ he concedes, the words carrying on a sigh as he waves a hand, fingers moving as if across invisible piano keys. ]

What most wouldn't give for a second go-'round, hey?

[reckonings]

[ the gesture gets a soft smile, though the company does play its part in that. she nods, a simple thing. ]

It's a blessing few are given. I expect we're made to make the most of it.

[formerly]

[ His expression softens in turn, and he ducks his head as he doffs his cap. (There's a part of him that immediately regrets what he's said, considering it's a chance that her husband didn't get, but—) ]

Considerin' who's along for the ride, I'd say most's gonna be a pretty good haul.

[reckonings]

[ as the few of them rode together, emma wondered what he might think of it, her matthew. he'd have protested, surely, even taken her place among the journey. and yet, they became her experiences, a road she had traveled — and eventually, a silent, selfish part of her was happy to call it her own. ]

Then, perhaps, we ought to be grateful.

[formerly]

[ Funny, how these things happen, isn't it. Mixed blessings, one supposes. No good things in life without the bad, neither. ]

Without a doubt, cherie. At this point, I wouldn't think of bitin' the hand that feeds.

[reckonings]

[ it's the sad truth. but people rebuild, they carry on, because they're made to, because it's the natural order of things. without it, they are truly lost. ]

Wonder what that means for us.

[formerly]

Good things, I hope.

[ His brow furrows briefly, expression turning apologetic. (He wonders how much space there is for natural order in circumstances like this, but he doesn't really have the room to run his mouth at this point.) ]

—So long as I haven't jinxed it.

[reckonings]

[ emma laughs for what feels like the first time since before all of this, the feeling light in her chest, rather than crushing. ]

If trouble comes, I'll have only you to blame, surely.

[formerly]

[ There we are.

Goody's demeanor eases up when he sees her smile, offering up a wink when he speaks next. ]

Me, sweetheart, I was born under a lucky star. But I'll take the blame as it comes.

[reckonings]

A lucky star. [ emma echoes, giving the illusion that she's impressed. ( perhaps, she is. ) ] Well, Mr. Robicheaux, I would expect nothin' less.

[formerly]

[ It's good enough for him, either way. ]

Oh, I think we've been through enough for you to call me Goodnight, don't you? Formality's never suited me, anyhow.

:)

[increments]

— You love to say it.

Q A Q

[formerly]

[ Goody barks, clapping as he laughs. ]

And here's the pot callin' the kettle black. Though, hell, can't say that I mind.

HONESTLY

[increments]

Someone has to be around to hear it. Even if it's wrong.

[ he grins, the thing creeping across his features — quick, but around goody, never mistaken. ]

[formerly]

[ With a whistle: ] You may be a man of few words, but you do always choose the sharpest ones.

[ Then, with a little more care: ]

You're a sight for sore eyes, my friend.

[increments]

[ he flicks his wrist in a forward circle, bending slightly at the waist — his own variation of a bow.

upright again, goody's meaning does not go amiss. his even tone is touched by sentiment. ]

And you look like hell.

[ then: ]

I'm glad to see you, too, Goody.

[formerly]

[ Without missing a beat: ] You'd know.

[ Goody hooks his thumbs through his belt loop as he looks at his partner, the smile on his face only tempered by the way he chews his lip. ]

Figured I oughta grab my flask 'fore making any more hasty decisions.

[increments]

[ billy tips the brim of his hat with a smirk. ] Just got back.

This flask? [ reaching for his pocket, he withdraws the flask, extending it forward by the base. with a nod, he offers a knowing look. look after that this time. ]

[formerly]

Even the Devil himself couldn't hold us for too long.

[ He blinks when he sees the flask, the familiar fleur de lis set silver upon blue. It takes him a moment to reach out for it (a silent apology, perhaps, for leaving), and he waves it once before tucking it into his jacket pocket. ]

Thanks. I'd say I owe y' one, but I suspect that debt's never gonna be paid.

[increments]

Brave of him to try.

[ that flask was the last thing he'd seen in the bell tower. he watched it as life escaped him, thinking fondly on goodnight robicheaux and the adventures they once had. together, they were unstoppable; it was befitting that their story might end the same way. ]

Who knows? [ a thoughtful beat. ] We have time.

[formerly]

An embarrassment of riches' worth of time, [ Goody agrees, quick as always to play his part as the more floridly spoken of the two of them. (He's right, of course — it was fitting that they'd go out of this world together. Heaven knows they'd come into it in vastly different ways, but that's fitting, too. Paths apart, then parallel, then converging, ending in the same spot.) ]

You got plans, my friend?

[increments]

For now?

[ billy sets his shoulder to the door frame, gesturing briefly before settling an elbow against one of the holsters at his side. his expression is short-lived, a contemplative thing, pulling lips downward and shooting eyes to the ceiling. when they settle upon goodnight again, the effect has disappeared. ]

Where you go, I go.

[formerly]

[ The line of his mouth crooks, the smile playing off whatever maudlin sentiment threatens to creep into his demeanor. ]

Well, I guess there's no point in fixin' what ain't broken.

[thysia]

Nice of you to join us, cabrón.

[formerly]

Couldn't let you have all the fun, now, could I?

[thysia]

It might do you some good to share.

[formerly]

You callin' me selfish?

[thysia]

I am saying that now that you and your amigo have been reunited, don't think his tallies count for yours.

[ in other words, when's round two? ]

[formerly]

Oh, hombre, I never count double.

[ Goody's grin is lopsided as he raises a hand, forming his fingers into an imaginary gun. ]

You wanna put that to the test, I'd be more'n happy to oblige.

[thysia]

[ pointing his own finger guns, he pops them off, one, then two, and chuckles, blowing on the tips. ]

Time and place, buenos noches.

[formerly]

[ Beat. ]

Doesn't have quite the same ring to it in Spanish, does it? Though I guess I'm biased towards the name my momma chose for me.

[thysia]

Eh, it was a, how you say, experiment.

[ he frowns, thoughtful, waving his hand idly. ]

[formerly]

And I cannot begrudge you that. Comin' up with a good nickname's a practiced art form, anyhow, as our friend Faraday has learned.

[thysia]

We will save it for the profesionales, yes?

[ vasquez adjusts his hat against his head, leaning. ] — So, what is next for the infamous Goodnight Robicheaux, ah?

[formerly]

Same as you, brother. A little bit of R&R, and then—

[ He shrugs, casting his eyes briefly upward. ]

—see what trouble we can't scare up, hm?