Imagine how much friction there'd be between them. All those heated Mexican standoffs, Dex's huge boner for guns and artillery, Matt leather-clad on a horse, holding the reigns both literally and metaphorically. DEX on a horse, legs spread, my my.

The religious imagery with Matt would be insane. Him having a whole shootout (no guns for Matt) with Dex in a church looks different now. It'd be just a chapel on a hill then, instead of a cathedral. It'd feel so much more contained and crowdy, wooden instead of stone, warm instead of cold. They're breathing into each other's space, bloodied up by the time the sun's rising. Matt would be disgusted with Dex. He'd be enchanted by Dex. (He'd be more disgusted with himself for being enchanted by Dex.)

Those who fear Matt know him as the 'Daredevil' and those who praise him call him the 'Hand of God'. Both are blasphemous (not as blasphemous as fucking Dex rough in a snowy cabin) and both'd be true, and Matt would hate them equally.

Dex would just be pure animal.

Which is why he acts out. So he forces Matt to give him what he wants.

BUT what if Matt learns the pattern and gets what Dex is doing, so he switches it up. When Dex is bad, when he kills or acts unnecessary reckless, Matt leaves him alone and lets him wallow in it.

But when Dex is good, Matt beats him up, pushes him down, breaks his nose, bruises his ribs, and gives him praise between each hit.

Dex’s brain fucking melts.

That’s when he switches up, he does what Matt says because he knows he’ll get what he wants.

you're not gonna mourn me?????????