He smiled, quiet and warm, and didn't say anything for a long time, drinking in comfortable silence. He didn't look away, though, just content to sit and watch Wyatt for a while. There wasn't anything he could say, really. Didn't know how to put it to words, so he didn't try. Instead, he finished his glass of wine, and motioned for another.

This time when the bartender came, he brought a round for both of them before slipping away.

A few sips into his new glass, he finally spoke. "Tell me of home?"