Being the kid of a Texas Ranger got pretty damn lonely at times.

Cordell tried his best to be around whenever and wherever and however he could, but he had to keep up with work, too. It was difficult to balance.

You weren't exactly fond of the fact that he was gone for almost a whole year for a case– of course you weren't. It left a major dent in your relationship with him.

Cordell wanted to check up on you after a particularly nasty argument– you had been a little too quiet in your room. He knocked four times to no reply.

Well, that was worrisome.

He checked around the entire house, a slight panic taking over him as he had no luck in finding you. Finally, he went out to the farmhouse, where he found you sleeping on the floor under the dim glow of a lamp. You had your headphones on, phone clutched with a death grip in your hand, some song still playing on repeat

Out of curiosity, Cordell took the headphones off your ears and put them on his own. The song was playing loud, which startled him for a second, before the lyrics really hit him.

I will die, will die your daughter I will die, will die your daughter I will die your daughter I will die your daughter

He continued to listen to the song, feeling some mix of guilt and sadness as he noticed you waking up. He took the headphones off and set them down gently, speaking in a pensive tone.

"Hey, kid."