[Waverly glances over at Doc like should we? She doesn't know anything about Dolls' friends so she'll follow Doc's lead.
Dolls lets Wynonna push him, waiting until they're outside before turning to face her. It's been eighteen years but she's still exactly how he remembered, and in a lot of ways, it both hurts and helps.
Helps, because maybe he didn't make up everything between them. Hurts because of everything he missed.]
This wasn't my idea. Which is not an excuse, but ... it's all I've got.
( What'll hard will it do? And what are they going to do, wait awkwardly at the back? He takes off his hat to maneuver around the tables and join Aalis, introducing himself and Waverly as old friends.
It's all Wynonna can do not to kick him right in the ass.
Outside, she waits for his explanation, like anything is going to make it up to her. )
This being playing third banana to a witch and a siren or...?
And Jeremy smuggled you out. But, we could've. He could've called one of his lame-ass meetings and you could've made your grand entrance and there would have been tears and a punch to the shoulder you deserve. ( He deserves more now. ) And then we as a team could've gotten you away safely. Eighteen years. Eighteen. Your betrayal can buy porn and cigarettes!
[Because unfortunately, this lined up perfectly with the three of them in the Garden, so there was no meeting to call. There were no people to ask. There was just him and Jeremy, and they had to make a call.]
You were gone looking for Waverly, and we didn't have time to wait for you to come back. And yeah, maybe I could have reached out after that, but honestly, Wynonna, I didn't think you needed me.
[Because it was supposed to be Doc, wasn't it? It was always going to be Doc.]
It's not about needing you, dumbass. It's about us being there, it's about letting us be there. Yeah, we were a mess. It wasn't like I planned on going missing for three years, okay?
And I didn't plan on this. But unfortunately here we are.
[And he's not saying she doesn't have the right to be angry. She does. But before he can say more than that, the ground rocks beneath them, unsteadying them both for a moment, and Dolls has to reach out to brace himself on a dumpster.
Turning his eyes to the horizon ahead of them, and he watches as a blast of white light comes from the top of one of the nearby buildings.]
Get back in the club. Get back in the club now!
[But before she can argue or listen - more likely argue - the wave of magic washes over them and everything goes white.]
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Dolls lets Wynonna push him, waiting until they're outside before turning to face her. It's been eighteen years but she's still exactly how he remembered, and in a lot of ways, it both hurts and helps.
Helps, because maybe he didn't make up everything between them. Hurts because of everything he missed.]
This wasn't my idea. Which is not an excuse, but ... it's all I've got.
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It's all Wynonna can do not to kick him right in the ass.
Outside, she waits for his explanation, like anything is going to make it up to her. )
This being playing third banana to a witch and a siren or...?
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[Because he assumes that's the part she cares about, not what he's doing here.]
It was Jeremy's idea, and I agreed to go with it, but if I was going to get away from Black Badge, I had to get away from Purgatory.
[Which, sadly, also meant getting away from Wynonna.]
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[Because unfortunately, this lined up perfectly with the three of them in the Garden, so there was no meeting to call. There were no people to ask. There was just him and Jeremy, and they had to make a call.]
You were gone looking for Waverly, and we didn't have time to wait for you to come back. And yeah, maybe I could have reached out after that, but honestly, Wynonna, I didn't think you needed me.
[Because it was supposed to be Doc, wasn't it? It was always going to be Doc.]
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( Nearly three years. )
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[And he's not saying she doesn't have the right to be angry. She does. But before he can say more than that, the ground rocks beneath them, unsteadying them both for a moment, and Dolls has to reach out to brace himself on a dumpster.
Turning his eyes to the horizon ahead of them, and he watches as a blast of white light comes from the top of one of the nearby buildings.]
Get back in the club. Get back in the club now!
[But before she can argue or listen - more likely argue - the wave of magic washes over them and everything goes white.]