[He patted her hand absently as they walked. It was so familiar, escorting a young lady around the town. The city was wrong, a lot of what they passed was bizarre, but it was still comforting. It gave him a little stability in a tilting word.]
The swamps? A pretty lil thing like you? Why'd you end up there? And why'd you have to relocate?
[McCoy was at his most Southern and his accent got thicker the longer he talked. It was making connections, learning family. He lived for stuff like that!]
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The swamps? A pretty lil thing like you? Why'd you end up there? And why'd you have to relocate?
[McCoy was at his most Southern and his accent got thicker the longer he talked. It was making connections, learning family. He lived for stuff like that!]