The Floodlands Free and easy

Colt hadn't really expected any of them to come, so when Tegan charged in out of nowhere, he was (pleasantly!) surprised.  "Hey-" he said, abruptly cutting off before he added the natural following of kid to the greeting.  Tegan was at the age where the term might annoy more than endear, and he didn't want to irritate him just now.  "Hell yeah that was fast."  He hadn't expected them, much less that quickly!

Then Quixote pulled up as well, and he grinned at him somewhat apologetically.  Shit yeah it went south.  "What's she saying?  We did just talk; she didn't like what I said, so I'm out.  Told me to leave."  He looked at Tegan then.  "Sorry.  Would have been fun to hang here with you guys a while longer."  Really nice, even.  He had the same regrets about not getting to know his nephew better, but too wouldn't outright say it; Tegan might have been Finley's child, but Colt saw a helluva lot of younger him in him.  He hoped it drove Finley batty.  She could use a little less respectable nowadays.