Bishop turned and leaned against the front of the pickup, a look of amusement on his face. “Things weren’t that bad,” he paused. “Or I wasn’t caught up in the messier parts of the night.” For the most part he had more good conversations than bad, we he saw as a bonus since he had mostly just gone as a favor to Demi. “Think Callahan has a thing for puzzles or something, have you ever seen the signs warning people not to fuck with them?” he chuckled, finding the puzzles to be just as much a mystery to him as they were to Vic.
He was of course stalling a little, not certain how to broach the things that had been rattling around his brain. Bishop should have know though that Vic would catch on to the fact that this wasn’t just about fixing up a truck before work. The other man had always been a trusted source of advice or opinions for him, that was one thing that hadn’t changed when their roles had shifted. “Thought it was interesting,” Bishop began with a shrug. “Can’t say I went to find any deep connection, or a connection at all,” he paused while he scrubbed a hand over his face, leaving a dark streak of dirt and grime in its wake. “Guess I was testing out the water, seeing if it felt wrong to be there, you know?”