He should go in, he knows that, shouldn't'a come out here in the first place, but he couldn't help it. Ennis looks around, and he smiles at River. Or maybe he's smilin' at the sky, or the trees, or the fence. Or that can, off in the grass somewhere, and he offers her his hand.
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Date: 2006-10-04 04:01 pm (UTC)