It'll be different now that they've actually spoken, Bruce knows. He doesn't think Sol will be able to not be curious and for himself - he's himself. He shoots the other man a look in parting that's almost apologetic (no one wants to be an alternate, least of all him) before carrying on the way he came. When he reaches the end of the paved street, Bruce pulls himself up into the saddle easily, and with one soft noise and the clatter of horseshoes, he's gone.