He studied her, unsure.

"What's yours?"

His was obviously the one with a negative slant.

The ghost of a smile touched the corner of his mouth.

"I was thinking more about the cooking and housework, and the help you've given us at the station."

He cupped his hands around his whiskey, and gave half a shrug.

"You've also been a pretty good friend t'me."

Not everyone had such an open ear, or was as caring and understanding of things.