The one came out of a particular scene in Coltrane vs. Duke. Bo and Luke are on the run, but meet up with Jesse and Daisy somewhere on the far reaches of their own property. Jesse and Daisy drive up in the Jeep, and Bo and Luke come out from a cluster of trees where they have obviously been hiding -- "What took you so long?" Luke asks -- for awhile.
Had to be the confusion, the guilt that wouldn't let go. Didn't seem like Rosco could really be injured but then… they had no good reason to know otherwise. They were on the run again, this time from facing the fact that they might really have hurt the sheriff, and Luke had been driving.
Must've been the way he was so distracted mulling the accident over in his mind – such a small thing compared to the times Rosco had rolled a car or landed himself in a tree – trying to figure out whether things really could have gone so wrong. Had to have been the gravity of the situation that kept him from realizing how he and Bo were practically sharing the same skin. Under a tree on the unimproved north forty, just waiting for Daisy and Jesse to show up with any news. Damn if the two of them weren't just taking their sweet time in getting here. Damn if Bo's arms – both of them – weren't around him. From behind, no less, and in the last few minutes Luke had obviously turned into a giant security blanket.
"He's faking it," Bo said quietly into his hair, or maybe it was supposed to be his ear. Whichever, Bo was being silly, but that was typical. Seemed to make him feel better to touch, so Luke let him. "Rosco ain't really hurt." Talking to himself, that was another thing that Bo seemed to need.
Luke was much more practical than that. "Where's Jesse and Daisy?" Because without whatever information the two of them had managed to gather, there was nothing to do but kill time out here under this tree.
"They'll be along, Luke." Bo seemed suspiciously calm about that, and his arms tightened around Luke's body. "They got to sneak around Cletus, after all."
Around… well, yeah, they probably did have to get around Cletus, but how could Bo be so certain on that? And why was there hot breath on Luke's cheek and neck? He leaned back a little, and turned his head to the side, trying to catch Bo's eye. Nearly took his nose off instead, what with the way it was too close to Luke's face.
"In the meantime, we just got to wait here where no one can see us." Said so close he could taste it. "You got to learn to relax, Luke. Waiting ain't all bad." Might have been convincing if it hadn't just been spoken by the least patient man Luke had ever known.
"Bo," he said, right back into that tiny crevice of air between them. It was a mistake or the smartest move he'd ever made – he'd decide on that later. For now he had to deal with the way Bo's arms tightened down around him, and the fact that Bo's tongue was in his mouth. Licking his teeth for God's sake, like there might be some leftover breakfast crumbs caught here and there.
Wasn't awful, though. Not good, exactly, but he'd had worse tongues stay for a spell. Like that one girl who kept trying to lick his tonsils out, what was her name? Come to think of it, what was his name? Why was he using his own tongue to push Bo's back toward where it came from, when he could have just stepped away, maybe smacked his cousin for good measure? Why was he freeing an arm just to put it around Bo's neck, to try to pivot himself into a more strategic position?
And why were the Jeep's brakes squealing – right over there – now? Pulled himself free and wiped his mouth on his shirt sleeve. Shoved himself out from under the tree and didn't look back.
"What took you so long?" he hollered into the sunshine, at Daisy – or Bo, wasn't sure which.