He smiled. It was a rare thing. Rarer still to feel the accompanying faint fondness for this man. For his spirit. For his impressive anger. For the heat in his eyes. He knew he would likely get punched for smiling but so be it. He knew more than ever thought he would learn elsewhere. He suddenly understood everything this man was, at least in this aspect. Poor bastard. He had a hell of a crush for one thing.

"I plan to. I want to see him truly happy in his own way. However it shakes out." He stood then, taking out the money for both meals and flipping it on the table. The tip is a bit meager but he also doesn't have much to go by.

"You're a good man, Fell. I'm glad you're his friend. He needs someone like you." And then shoving his wallet back into his pocket he finishes, somewhat awkwardly.

"Take care." And he'll head out unless someone is inclined to stop him.