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she is forward. this, badlands can appreciate, even if it throws him a bit off. she does not appear to be unabashed with her question: did he want one. he hesitates, trying to discern whether she she meant him and her, here and now ... or whether she asked in general.

in truth, he hadn't thought about it. his mind had been much more preoccupied with everything else.

finding a wife or husband hadn't been categorized as a priority, necessarily.

but ! —

this conversation had made him consider that well, yes. he hadn't necessarily been too worried about being alone until it was shoved into perspective in his mind: that he had nothing and no one to stand for, to stand with. no place or anyone to call home.

and that very suddenly made him aware of the ache of loneliness in his chest; a cavernous hole that woke with an angry vengeance.

yes. the word rips itself from his lips; raw and rasping. even if it was with a total stranger.