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[lastgunslinger]

Roland is kneeling by the DVD player.

"Sit wherever you'd like."

This thrown over his shoulder as he pulls the disc out of its case.

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[lastgunslinger]

Roland goes to the window.

He closes it.

"Enough for tonight."

He won't ever tell her directly to go find Simon, to leave him alone. Never again.

[river_meimei]

She looks down, and her head bends; it might be a nod, or it might only be incidental motion.

It's a few minutes more before she uncurls, and stands. Popcorn drifts from her skirt to the rug. Her hair tumbles around her face. She pushes it back with one hand, absently, and doesn't seem to care when it falls immediately forward again.

[lastgunslinger]

Roland comes to stand in front of her, arms folded.

"All right?"

[river_meimei]

A small twitch of an almost-smile, more in her eyes than her mouth.

"All right."

A little more of a smile. "He cut the rope."

[lastgunslinger]

"Many times. And not just for Tuco. For me as well."

[river_meimei]

Not for Shorty.

But she doesn't say that, if she thinks it. Nods, instead.

[lastgunslinger]

It's been a long night. And these are hard lessons.

Necessary, though.

Roland picks up the cigar in the ashtray and holds it.

[river_meimei]

The faint smile is back, at the sight of the cigar with his weathered face and faded blue eyes.

"It's a present."

She turns, and takes a step towards the door. Simon will be wondering.

[lastgunslinger]

Roland nods.

His eyes glitter.

He closes the door behind her, and goes to stand at the window to finish the cigar.

He doesn't know what he's watching for.