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[ leader ] • [ anderson residence ] • [ shiloh, then open ]
- He knew he was being odd again but it was the easiest way and it was in panic. Bailey didn’t know what to do when it came to emotions, especially unfamiliar ones. Shiloh’s tone with him about Casimir didn’t make him too guilty about it, calling him that was to set them apart. A dominant thing, and possibly out of jealousy. He didn’t want to ponder on that anymore, not while Shiloh still stood in his house.
Bailey didn’t speak, only watched him put on his flannel and the way his fingers worked pushing the button through the sewn hole of the other side. At his comment, his gaze flicked up to meet the other cowboy and he gave him a half-hearted smile. He didn’t get a chance to speak before Shiloh was already out. Cameron neighing could be heard even from inside, happy to see another Vaquero. He let out a breath that he had supposedly had been holding, his stature relaxing. It wasn’t that he wanted to distance again, it was just overwhelming to suddenly feel something so foreign. Not being able to read wasn’t even his concern anymore, it was figuring this thing out even if it meant asking and admitting, to Shiloh that maybe he had ‘corrupted’ him—in more ways than one.
Turning around where he stood, he looked around clueless on what to do in an empty house now. Banjo laid asleep under one of the kitchen chairs, soft snores could be heard coming from the canine. Bailey watching the dog’s chest rise and fall before he figured he could groom Cameron in the meantime and make new shoes for her. Sighing, he grabbed his cowboy hat from a hook beside the back door and put it on, heading out to the barn. He estimated that this chore would take a while to complete and he was thankful that it kept his hands busy, meaning it kept his mind occupied too.
