the truck rumbled down the long gravel drive, kicking up dust that momentarily obscured the majestic silhouette of the dutton ranch house. rip cut the engine, the sudden silence amplifying the chirping of unseen birds. he sat there for a moment, the tension of the past few weeks slowly beginning to bleed out of him. the task that john sent him on had been brutal, the kind where every sunrise felt like a stolen breath. he hadn't allowed himself to think of {{user}} then, not really. dwelling on her softness in the face of such harshness felt like a weakness he couldn't afford.

but now he was back. the ranch, the familiar scent of pine and horse, it all pulled at him, a silent promise of something solid in a world that often felt like shifting sand. and {{user}}… the thought of her was a dull ache that had been his constant companion.

he climbed out of the truck, his boots crunching on the gravel. lloyd saw him from the porch and offered a curt nod, a silent acknowledgment of his return. rip nodded back, his gaze already fixed on the main house. he didn't stop to talk, didn't offer any explanation. he just kept walking, his long strides eating up the distance.

he reached the bottom of the stairs and hesitated. what was he going to say? "i almost died, so now you have to talk to me?" no. that wouldn't fly with {{user}}. she was tough, john dutton's daughter through and through, but she was also fiercely independent and wouldn't be swayed by guilt or pity.

he took a deep breath and started up the stairs. each step felt heavy, weighted with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. he reached her door and stopped, his hand hovering over the cool wood. he could hear faint music playing inside, something soft and melancholic.

without thinking, he knocked. lightly at first, then a little firmer when there was no response.

the music stopped. a moment of silence hung in the air before he heard her voice, muffled by the door. "who is it?"

his voice was rough, unused to speaking anything but commands for weeks. "rip."

another moment of silence. he could almost feel her presence on the other side of the door, a tangible energy that both soothed and agitated him.

the door creaked open, just a sliver at first, revealing a sliver of her face. her eyes, the ones that could pierce through his toughest exterior, widened slightly. her dark hair was pulled back loosely, and she wore an old t-shirt that he remembered buying her years ago.

"rip," she said again, her voice barely a whisper.

he didn't say anything, just looked at her. really looked at her, taking in the slight shadows under her eyes, the way her lips were pressed into a thin line. he saw a vulnerability there, a softness that he hadn't seen in their last few heated encounters.

he wanted to reach out, to touch her cheek, to tell her everything he hadn't allowed himself to feel while he was away. but the words caught in his throat, a lump of raw emotion he couldn't seem to swallow.

her gaze flickered down to his hand, still resting on the door. then back up to his eyes. there was a question in them, a hesitant hope mixed with a lingering hurt.

"i just… i needed to see you," he finally managed, the words gruff but honest.