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[victory_laps]

Winona moved across the room, the fabric of her skirt pulling taut against the backs of her legs. She was pushing herself, she knew that, but honestly, she knew that with the amount of boxes they still had stacked up in the front room -- they'd never be fully moved in if she left it to Raylan.

It was just a few boxes. A few dozen boxes. The back of her hand rested to her forehead, trying to make sure she wasn't actually working too hard. Her doctor advised against pushing too much, but she'd been fairly active before and it wasn't as if this was any more stressful than being seated all day in a courtroom with no AC.

At the sound of the door opening, she leaned back glancing down the hallway, "Raylan?"

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[iwasjustified]

A glimmer of hope. He relaxed just a little, and went to the kitchen, leaving his hat on the island in the middle. Raylan returned sans jacket, shirt tight on his shoulders and arms but loose at the waist. He offered her the glass of ice water while keeping a cold beer for himself.

"Where do you wanna start?" he asked, looking around the room at the boxes already stacked before turning an expectant gaze on her.

[victory_laps]

Glass in hand, she takes a slow sip before clearing her throat, "I've been working with the bigger boxes. Figure they've got the bigger things. More set spots to be placed in. It's the little pieces that'll get me hung up."

She'd end up sitting and staring at a photo or a small stub of something. Little keepsakes of her life that were now looking for a new place to collect dust.

[iwasjustified]

"Okay."

He shifts, going to find something large that he can begin with. It's odd, building a nest again. They haven't done this in a while and he wonders distantly if things will be the same as last time. It will be easier to start with the big things and work to the little ones, maybe ease into that like they're finding their way around together again.

"How bout we start easy." He sipped his beer, set it aside, and pried open a box containing a lamp. So maybe that feeling of being overwhelmed (and a little scared) had had him avoiding this. "Living room."

[victory_laps]

Nodding, Winona moves to take a seat in a chair that was near the boxes. She sips at the water, glancing at him.

"You're alright with this, right?" She's concerned now, wondering if this was all a mistake of some sort. Not that she believes it is, but she's pretty sure all of this is making him uncomfortable.

[iwasjustified]

Raylan's attention was still on the box with the lamp inside.

"I hadn't intended on putting it anywhere else..." he said, reaching in to shuffle it out of the box.