"That's what my partner says." It had always been either talking too much or not talking. You could go either way. Travis always found that talking made life easier. "Not that Secret Service part, just the talking too much. You get used to it or you can tune me out. I'm pretty sure what he does unless it's work related."
Travis made a face and shook his head. "No, I really don't, because no matter what you say, I'll never get it, just like telling you about the string of foster homes is never going to mean anything to you. I'm not one to sit around and play the 'who had the shittest life' game." He was pretty sure that he knew plenty that had it even worse than he had and this guy never even came close to a shitty life. "I am relaxed, man, but since we've established that life can be shitty, there's nothing wrong to enjoy what we can, because whatever you've been used to, this is going to be worse." He looked out. It was sunny, but the air was starting to get colder. "There are no men following around to protect you. It's your job to protect yourself and your partner. I keep an eye on you, just like you are supposed to keep an eye on me. It's a two way street."