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The plan is to punch the guy. His fucking annoying manly older cowboy earnest annoying fucking face. There, right on the jaw. Instead Branch stumbles, fucking stumbles, and ends up face planting on Walt’s shirt and wait, does the man smell of spicy vanilla? Branch can feel anger mixed with unexpected desire move slowly from his chest to his face. He wonders how long he can stay there, immersed in the scent of the older man, before it becomes clear he is red in the face. The anger is slowly lifting and embarrassment creeps in as Walt chuckles awkwardly.