"Poor me," is joyfully agreed upon, even though he's stupidly fond of having Faraday around. Honestly, it's possibly the best thing that could have happened to him, not that he's going to tell him right to his face.

Why give him a reason to let his ego swell? "We're old, to them. Ancient cowboys," he shares with a derisive snort, gnawing on his bread in between words, heart pounding with relief to hear there hasn't been one, because he's not sure he could hide the jealousy so well.