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“Wyatt, sit still.” John Henry insisted, his tone now irritated. He had been working on Wyatt’s teeth for awhile, since they seemed rather neglected.
“It hurts. Hell, are you sure you know what you’re doin’ in there?” Wyatt complains, voice a little shaky as he purposely shuts his mouth.
Doc, who still looks unamused, pulls away and glares at the man from underneath his lashes. Eyes narrowed, trying to show Wyatt how unhelpful he was being. “I am an experienced dentist, thank you very much.”
He goes back to his examination, having a hard time getting anywhere because of the other’s resistance. Doc finally loses patience and snaps, holding Wyatt’s chin sturdy for better leverage.
His friend has other plans, though. Wyatt presses a palm to Doc’s chest and gently, but strongly, shoves him backwards, closing his mouth yet again.
The amount of hostility was making this harder than it needed to be.
“Wyatt, please. I cannot work correctly if you continue doing this. Do you not trust me?” a crack in Doc’s voice is what alerts Wyatt, he hadn’t meant to hurt the man like that.
The lawman looked up at Doc’s hooded green eyes, seeing the slight hurt and confusion in them. “Course I trust you, ‘s just reflexes, is all. Doctor’s spook me sometimes, ain’t going to lie.”
This causes John to close his eyes and think, having had enough with Wyatt’s nonsense already, not that he was any better.. but the man’s stubborn nature got to him sometimes.
“Wyatt, why do you think my name is ‘Doc’?”