{{ @coltwinslow }}
It was only natural that Arlo pay Colt back for the number of endless reasons Colt had helped him. While answering phones at the Vet’s office wasn’t really his deal, building kennels and agility courses out back - that he could handle. The Ex-Army Ranger had been two days dry. The longest amount of time without drink in...well years. And his hands were getting the shakes. He wanted a drink, but he wanted to sweat it out more. It was easy to sweat it out with hard work, so he filled in over at Colt’s office for a bit then was planning on bringing one of the ranch horses back once he’d finished. Selfishly he’d brought the horse on over in hopes of seeing Indie when he returned to the ranch later that afternoon. Horses he could handle, horses with toothaches, he could not. Making his way to the office area all sweaty he glanced around. Dogs, cats, birds, snakes, and he was pretty sure someone sat waiting for a look at a gold fish. He turned heel and headed back to where he could probably find Colt. Thank god, “I duno how you do it, man,” he mused clapping the man who was like a brother to him on the shoulder. “I saw an old lady out there with a goldfish, how do you take that serious? Those things were born to die,” he couldn’t help but shake his head. “I finished up with a few crates, what was that other job you wanted done?” He asked leaning back on the doorframe watching the business of vet techs, x-rays and procedures being performed. The organized chaos of life and death made him feel as if he was back in the Army. “Also, did you have a turtle on a ventilator back there?” He asked raising a brow, “I mean I get it, I love Shep my best damn friend and I’d do anything for him but a turtle and a gold fish?” He asked placing a hand in his pocket, the other scratching his cheek. “When you done? Feel like it’s been ages...”