Just being around both Jules and Walter allowed Kenzie to feel a little more at ease.  The pair fit together like dumplings and rice, moving from conversation to touching with a natural flare that Kenzie knew she’d never match.  But seeing it was comforting.  To know such things existed.  And perhaps share in just a tiny bit of those moments.<br/><br/>She tilted her head back towards Walter and shrugged.  For the last year she’d been saving as much of the bounty as possible.  Expenses ate holes through wallets, forcing much to pay for their ship, their food, their ammo, but when she could stock away her money she did.  The past was a cruel mistress and Kenzie never knew when hers would come back to haunt her.  “Hadn’t thought it through yet, Walt. You?”<br/><br/>She turned towards Jules and felt a slight crimson tinge her cheeks.   Jules eyes spoke far more than any words could, the way she took her time in assessing Kenz, sending a message of clear intent and desire.  Flustered, Kenz jumped up and headed for the food, picking up a plate and mumbling something under her breath that might have been a thank you.  How she’d managed to let go last time was beyond her, although the alcohol that had run through her veins, loosening the inhibitions she kept so tightly wound might be the best explanation.<br/><br/>Suddenly more whiskey sounded like a good idea.