He swallows, a clear hesitancy catching him in the question. After a breath too long, he shakes his head, trying to shrug it off casually.
"Nah. She f'gures it out. 'pparently, I ain't a hard read." Even at a distance. She's private, and he doesn't want to complicate anything by burdening her with the worries of others. She'll find him, he's certain.
"Normally, I just hole up in my cabin an' let shit blows o'ver."
Sweeney accepts the offer without protest, though he doesn't know if he'd take Sam up on it. There's a level of intimacy there that he just hasn't found with many people. Realistically, only Tiffany and Swamp Rat. They let him be naked enough to be fucked up.
"'ppreciate it." His gaze wanders over the space. "Sure is hell'uva lot nicer than my fuckin' motel room."
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"Nah. She f'gures it out. 'pparently, I ain't a hard read." Even at a distance. She's private, and he doesn't want to complicate anything by burdening her with the worries of others. She'll find him, he's certain.
"Normally, I just hole up in my cabin an' let shit blows o'ver."
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"You can come by here, too, if you need." Because he saw the way he looked at the garden.
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"'ppreciate it." His gaze wanders over the space. "Sure is hell'uva lot nicer than my fuckin' motel room."