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Can't wait to get travelling again.

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Just restless. I kinda have this wanderlust thing, you know?

I kinda gathered that.

This is the longest I've been in the US in like a decade, man. It's wearing me down. Life is so... different here.

Well. I'm glad to have you here, and when you leave the country again, I'd like you to keep in touch.

Shouldn't be a problem. I write back pretty frequently and I take a satellite phone in case there's no cell signal.

Sounds good. Thanks.

[Russell smiled and held out a hand to shake.] Least I can do, man. You been real good to Holden and me.

*shakes his hand firmly* I tried. I'm still not that good at this "friends" thing.

Hey, you're no worse at it than anyone else. Don't sweat it.

Thanks.

It's just the truth, man. [Despite all rumours to the contrary, Russ wasn't actually that good with people either. He was the guy you talk to at the train station or on a long flight, but that was about it.]

So, friends, then?

[He nodded.] Yeah, I'd like that.

Good. That's good.

See? It's not that hard after all.

Maybe not. Thanks, boyo.

No problem, man. Always a pleasure to help out.

And, you know, if you ever need anything...

Yeah, yeah. Thanks for that. Don't worry, though. I'm not a needy guy.

Why I offered.

I appreciate it. I kinda get the feeling you don't say that to just anyone. [Since he's well-off and all, Russ figures Malcolm must be pretty wary of leeches and free-loaders.]

Not generally, no.

[Here, have a meaningful look.] Thanks.

No problem.

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