author's note

"yer just so different from any other woman i ever knew," he said, and there was a twinge of guilt in his words as he shuffled his feet. "yer... from somewhere else. from the stars, maybe - and that sounds stupid. i think i'm stupid."

"you're not stupid," you said, and you finally smiled at him.

//

davy prentiss jr. was content with who he was. proud, even. he liked the look of fear in people's eyes when he rode through town, rifle in hand. until one day he saw you, and you weren't scared.

you were different.

(follows the end of the knife of never letting go to the end of the ask and the answer)