I am allowed to call you such, aren't I? We've known each other long enough to drop the formalities. What is not allowed is the lack of your visits to the saloon. What was it you said when we knew of our parting paths? That you would regale me with your tales of large cities?
I tease.
Mostly.
I've seen you with that pretty blonde, though. Are you attempting to court? Finally! You do realize that the whispers of your eligibility run rampant even through the empty glasses here at the saloon, yes? It's exhausting, actually. Please hurry and marry so I don't have to listen to it any longer.
When you do, I suppose I can find a way to attend. Perhaps Mrs Riggs would be so kind as to loan her husband to me to be a bit more proper.
Try not to lose yourself in your leather-bound books and fancy inkwells too often.