he's happy to help, a firm nod following as he reassures the woman. "got plenty back at home, i'll be fine." his eyes follow her eye line. "you all good 𖤠"
"don't thank me yet," he's taking a look in his truck where he finds his walkie talkie for the ranch. he pops open the back and drops two batteries into his hands.
"take 'em both," cal is holding them out for her. "should have plenty +
cal doesn’t talk about what he lost. he just stays busy, stays kind, stays exactly who everyone expects him to be— even if he’s still figuring out what’s left when the dream is gone.