[ When he doesn't answer right away, she almost thinks that he won't, which isn't much of a surprise when he wouldn't answer her other questions the first time they met. So, she goes to take a few bites from her own breakfast with the intention of questioning him further until there's something that he will answer.
But then he slides that old picture over to her and she sets her fork down to pick it up. She takes a look at the figures in the picture and then turns it over to glance at the back. The yellowed paper, deep folds and creases, and the faded image definitely shows it's age, but anyone could fabricate a picture these days.
Something about it, though... It doesn't look fabricated.
Her eyes fall upon that date. She can't remember the exact date on the old bullet box in his saddlebag, but it was somewhere close to the one in the picture.
Huh.
She's quiet for another long moment, brow furrowing as she looks at the picture just a little closer, looking for imperfections in the image; a few pixels out of place or anything.
There's nothing.
Humming softly, her eyes finally flicker back over to him. ]
no subject
But then he slides that old picture over to her and she sets her fork down to pick it up. She takes a look at the figures in the picture and then turns it over to glance at the back. The yellowed paper, deep folds and creases, and the faded image definitely shows it's age, but anyone could fabricate a picture these days.
Something about it, though... It doesn't look fabricated.
Her eyes fall upon that date. She can't remember the exact date on the old bullet box in his saddlebag, but it was somewhere close to the one in the picture.
Huh.
She's quiet for another long moment, brow furrowing as she looks at the picture just a little closer, looking for imperfections in the image; a few pixels out of place or anything.
There's nothing.
Humming softly, her eyes finally flicker back over to him. ]
C'mon... You ain't serious.