He nodded. Having gone through a couple of funerals, he had always hated hearing 'Sorry for your loss' as well meaning as it was. It tore open wounds that were already cracking from telling at all. Instead, he let his face convey that as he listened.

Another nod was given, just to show that he understood.

"Would you be against me callin' you for advice on him if I get stuck? I can chase him down, wherever he runs off into." Marshal's Service and all. "But chasin' down and handlin' are two different things. I could use the expertise."