[He all but sprints out of the inn to the brothel. He leaves word that if Fergus, or anyone, is looking for him to come back tomorrow. He'll return to business then. Tonight, he wants to be with his family. Christ. His family. He does leave an address for Fergus and Ian in case of death or the end of days, but otherwise he needs to be left alone.
He looks a little disheveled when he returns, coming into the new room and taking off his hat. The sight he sees is one he only ever dreamed of.
After taking off his cloak, he quietly moves to sit on the edge of the bed. His weight makes it creak--but with a nod from Claire, he finds his courage to reach out and tuck some of Bree's hair behind her ear.
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He looks a little disheveled when he returns, coming into the new room and taking off his hat. The sight he sees is one he only ever dreamed of.
After taking off his cloak, he quietly moves to sit on the edge of the bed. His weight makes it creak--but with a nod from Claire, he finds his courage to reach out and tuck some of Bree's hair behind her ear.
If only he hadn't missed a lifetime of this.]