He nearly darts forward to steal a brazen kiss, but Faraday steps back before he can, which leaves him to instead give him a patently disapproving look, not sulking, but annoyed. It's not Faraday's fault, either, it's just that every time they want comforts, he has to go through this stupid show of being someone else and looking like someone else.

"I know, I know," he grumbles, releasing his grip on Faraday's belt, reaching for his hat to tuck it away rather than putting it back on his head. "But," he admits, cocking his head to the side, "I know that you have my back," he points out.

That's what makes all the difference between before and now. That said, he tries to ignore the surging panic in his gut, the one that says that Faraday's going to eventually tire of all the trouble and work that goes into keeping him alive, that he'll go. He's not so good at hiding it, so he's sure the thoughts show on his face as he tucks everything back into his saddlebags.

"Do you want more time? Or should we keep riding?"