[Thank God. He lets out a deep breath and pulls his hand off the gun, pulling Ricki straight into his arms as soon as he opens the door. He tucks his head against his shoulder for a moment, mumbles into his neck:]
I know, and as much as I want to throw you into bed, by some miracle he's still here, maybe I passed him off to Peter or something-
[Reaching a hand up, cradling the back of Omar's head and hugging him in tight, completely forgetting what he was going to say for a minute in the face of how good it is to hang on to him, just for a moment.]
[Which is said, needless to say, emphatically. As far as Omar's concerned, if Ricki goes near Bill Haydon, it's still not going to be any closer than a gunshot away.
Really, he'd like to be the one to put a bullet in the man himself, but he begrudgingly has to admit that it's Ricki's right of first refusal. He glances down the hall, biting his lip, eyes sparking with anger, but then he reaches into his pocket and palms the gun over to Ricki.]
[Kissing him on the cheek, before checking the clip, smiling in satisfaction at the round already chambered, and then looking back up at him with a wicked, violent glint in his eyes. Someone is about to suffer some damage.]
I'm going to dash, but I'm also going to make this up to you.
[He watches the burst of sudden, eager movement that is Ricki, torn between something like proud anticipation at the idea of Bill Haydon catching a bullet from him and dread that it will end up the other way around.
He's not about to stop him, though. All he does is smile wanly when Ricki kisses his cheek, and pull him in to catch his lips quickly before he takes off.]
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Didn't have a lotta love for your visitor.
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[Reaching a hand up, cradling the back of Omar's head and hugging him in tight, completely forgetting what he was going to say for a minute in the face of how good it is to hang on to him, just for a moment.]
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He still here?
[He glances past Ricki's shoulder at his cabin door, jaw tightening.]
Where'd you run into him?
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[Hands tightening hopefully in Omar's shirt front.]
Otherwise I'm doing this hand to hand.
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[Which is said, needless to say, emphatically. As far as Omar's concerned, if Ricki goes near Bill Haydon, it's still not going to be any closer than a gunshot away.
Really, he'd like to be the one to put a bullet in the man himself, but he begrudgingly has to admit that it's Ricki's right of first refusal. He glances down the hall, biting his lip, eyes sparking with anger, but then he reaches into his pocket and palms the gun over to Ricki.]
Got something else of yours, too -- for later.
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[Kissing him on the cheek, before checking the clip, smiling in satisfaction at the round already chambered, and then looking back up at him with a wicked, violent glint in his eyes. Someone is about to suffer some damage.]
I'm going to dash, but I'm also going to make this up to you.
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[He watches the burst of sudden, eager movement that is Ricki, torn between something like proud anticipation at the idea of Bill Haydon catching a bullet from him and dread that it will end up the other way around.
He's not about to stop him, though. All he does is smile wanly when Ricki kisses his cheek, and pull him in to catch his lips quickly before he takes off.]
Happy hunting, boo.
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Those farmers, in those various dells.]