He was fidgeting, fingers tapping anxiously on the tip of his hat that he held to his chest carefully. It had been 7 years, no wonder he was so nervous, but then again he had been an outlaw, faced things no one else has... and now he was trembling merely for the fact he was about to talk to someone he cared about.

Winston had insisted he was the one to seek you out, to talk to you and see you after so long. He had refused at first, saying he didn't want to intrude on your personal space, but even he couldn't deny that now he was the one standing in front of the door to your office.

His eyes slowly lit up as the door opened before him and his gaze set on you, corner of his mouth lifting nervously.

"Hey, darlin', it's been a long time, huh?"