Gold's gaze drops, and walking resumes, face reddening. Of course, now he's imagining in his head that anytime Doc wants to suggest some sort of change, he's going to keep the dogs around just to let him know it's not that.

He can't even make the excuse that he is just unaccustomed to much of this.

Doc is more untried than he is and yet he's by every inch much braver than him.

He doesn't know how this is supposed to go, but neither of them do.

"You're not wrong. The dogs having space to run around without needing a leash, perhaps."