[Wade's hand is warm and broad and real on his shoulder. His worries don't dissipate entirely, and yet... how's he supposed to stay so nervous when Wade is here, alive and well, promising this much to him?

And how the hell does he always know just what to say?]

Yeah... yeah. I don't know why I was so worried about it.

[It's like something has rolled over inside his chest, and it's all he can do to shove it down. Travis hones in on Wade's smile for two seconds too long, gnawing the inside of his own lower lip. A very stupid thought, a reckless, rash thought, crosses his mind and he opens his mouth, or perhaps parts his lips.

No... not here, and not now. He grins, lopsided, instead.]

Man. I really don't know why I was so worried. How'd you do that?