Grouse Thicket Obsess less beetle buds

It was good to hear.  Colt and Quixote got along so well because Qui could read him and knew what he was like... same for Finley.  They used to butt heads, and still did, but she knew his asshattery was just that - words.  At least, he hoped she did; but he'd meant what he thought before.  She had changed, parenthood bringing a serious side that he didn't particularly appreciate, much as he loved her to death.  

Well, maybe it was his job to change that.

"Let's see if this pack has a chill we can find," he agreed, grinning and glancing behind.  He had nothing much to do after, so if Quixote wanted, he could probably come back now.  This wasn't gonna be awkward at all.  "I'll be as good-ish as I can manage.  And hey," he added, getting a bit more serious.  "I know this is your call.  But if it doesn't end up workin out.... let me know.  I won't be pissed."  He wasn't about to drag Quixote's new title down if his bein welcomed back ended up a major issue.  He was prepared to head off now; that wouldn't change in the next few months, and he knew his friend wouldn't be the one wanting it if it did.