"All right," Rex says, nodding decisively. If 622's happy, he's happy, but it's still somewhat incredible to see he and Poe at the fair as though nothing had ever happened, as though Poe had never taken advantage of 622's naivite and trust. Rex knows that he would be far, far slower to forgive after such a thing, not amble about a fair to share cotton fluff and win dolls of each other and God only knows what else, but... it's a good thing. It is. 622 needs an ally and a friend and that's what Poe can be, provided he's learned his lesson. "In your own time, soldier. As long as this whole business is fine by you."

If 622 said anything else - well, Poe would leave of his own volition, Rex is sure. He'd seemed dedicated enough to doing the right thing the last they'd spoken. But if he chose to persist, it's not as though Rex would hesitate to chase him away.

He glances behind him, towards Poe, an implicit invitation to rejoin the conversation. "So, Poe, win anything yourself or did you let 622 here do all the shooting?"