[She's too damn sweet, and in a moment like this where things kind of went to shit, he really needs that sweetness. He smiles at that kiss to his hand, then presses his thumb to her lips like he's returning it, but then he nudges her chin toward him and pulls the cigarette from his lips so he can kiss her properly. She tastes of tequila and smoke, just like he surely does. A comforting set of flavors.]

Oh, I'm sure we will. That's the best thing about us. We have a good time no matter where we are an' what we get up to, right?

[They'd rescued their own downer of a day by setting fire to a chunk of that town, and now they're in a quiet place that's oddly comforting, like its age brings it peace its surroundings lack.

Calls for a drink, he decides, as he knocks back another chug of tequila, then frowns. That was a lot. Goes down easy, though, so, whatever.]