Big Salmon Lake Business in the Front

"I'm the gift the Gods regifted, I think." It was soon after his self-deprecating joke that Ukulele made his brain start to hurt. This was deep intellect hitting him in the face, but the simple man did his very best to keep up by nodding here and there, offering grunts of agreement when appropriate. He did appreciate the overall summary of it, what he did piece together. If he wasn't told he needed to find someone, would he have? Probably, he was a sucker and had relatively low self-esteem.

"You made my brain hurt for a second there, Lele." Marcus chided at her good-heartedly, but realized the seriousness of what she had just shared with him. Standing to attention, the loner moved forward slightly to close some distance between the two, creating a more intimate safe-space. They were birds of a feather. "Hey, misery loves company right?"