Bitterroot Valley Who is Not Without Sin

Seems like they were a little different in that regard, then, but nonetheless he'd give her a nod. She caught on quickly, however, and at this, Barrett chuckled. Ya caught me, he smiled. Tell me whatever yer good with sharin', hun. Got ears for a reason, huh? Warmth in his tone.
I ain't fishin', though, and he gave faux-defensiveness. Just curious 'bout a pack-mate, that's all, the word 'packmate' was odd on his tongue. Something he wasn't accustomed to saying. Not yet, anyway.
But his tone took that of seriousness, now. If just for a moment. Only share what yer good with sharin', yeah? Ain't no need ta make yerself uncomfortable, almost fatherly in guidance.