[There we go. Clayton grins his own appreciation and grips the hand on his shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze.]

Ain't much. Think I can manage.

[It's easy to say and tell himself the same thing, yes. He could even promise it. Words are funny that way. It's easy to imagine a situation in which he won't be able to follow through, too, but...they'll cross that bridge when they get there.]

[Clayton's rolling back onto his feet before they have time to dwell on that again.]

Oughta go make sure nobody's gettin' into trouble while we're over here shootin' the breeze. Holler if you need me?