If he closed his eyes and squinted he could almost convince himself this was Harlan and not the desolate wasteland of Austin. With Nate and Bunny here drinking with him, it was a throwback to the old days, back to when they would have lost hours simply sitting on the front porch of someone’s place, mason jars in hand and words flowing between them. Then Nate’s thanking him for letting them in then moment’s lost, chased away by the reality of where they are and the shit show they’re living through.
“Brother, you know you’re always fucking welcome here,” he answers. “Hell, you know I’d rather you be here permanently.” There’s a smile offered to Bunny when she remarks that there’s no place she could think of that she’d rather be. This wasn’t Harlan, and god knows Bishop never thought he’d come to miss that place, but with each familiar face that crops up he’s struck by just how much that hometown of his is ingrained in him, woven through every fiber of his being.
His attention is drawn back to Nadia at the mention of a guide. “For you darlin’, yeah, I can find you a guide,” He won’t plan on sending some camp bitch to be Nadia’s guide, no. He’ll find an old lady, someone who won’t look at her like she’s possible competition. The bitches could be a catty bunch. “Though, I reckon even you could find your way to the fire, it ain’t hard to miss.” Bishop adds with a quirk of his mouth.