Worrying is not in Bobo's nature, or so he tells himself. What he tells himself as he cleans the stable, moves into the house and cleans up there as well. Works his way through the house, pretending as if there is nothing to concern himself with in the time after Bull leaves.

The text though is a welcome one, only letting himself think then about how much he had not wanted to think about this world turning on Bull and destroying him as his own had done to Robert.

Smiling though at the knock, not rushing to the door as he moves to pull it open, his jacket discarded, stripped down to his tee and jeans, boots tosses aside as well. "Well hi there," he says, stepping back. "And you come bearing gifts even. Be still my heart," he says almost entirely deadpan.