"If you wanted..."

More than ever now, hints of the man he used to be, a handful of years ago before he lost his way, show through. He's choosing his words carefully, lest he give the wrong impression. Smiling--genuine but at the same time, like a man who doesn't have a lot of practice at it.

"You said you know where the shop is. If you ever wanted to come by and see what we do--or try your hand at something--you're welcome to."