"Hm," Drake grunted in agreement. Contrary to popular belief, he was a live and let live kind of guy. Mainly because he didn't care about anyone else very much, but that was neither here nor there. "You make a damn good point. Maybe it was about time I gave this place a fair chance. Reckon I made a cockup of things back when. I was too damn angry."
He didn't quite understand why he was saying so much, even though he was vaguely aware that it was always easier to bare one's soul to a stranger and all that. Perhaps a part of him sensed the duality in Tabbart, or it could be simply that they were both old and knew better. There was often a tacit understanding between old men, a sense of kinship, and they would often share things their own families might not know about them and their lives.