Sun Mote Copse Well I bet my soul on a six string gamble

Colt finally found her, and his smile matched hers as she approached eagerly.  Oh, yeah? Must be pretty good then, though I doubt it will really compare. He said, returning a few of the gestures, but unable to help the bit of distraction.  He had to talk to her too, about some.... stuff.  

And I have something to talk about.  Not a bad something, just a something.  He said, quick to add the second in case the first sentence worried her.  He smiled, but it probably didn't quite hide the unusual thoughtfulness that put a serious bent on his expression.  

Damn, was this a conversation he really wanted to have right now?