At least one of them is smiling. Not that Squall is as much of a hard ass as he used to be. He tilts his head with a confused frown.

"You don't owe me anything." They fought. It was mutual. The end. He nudges Boko with a hand. "Go to the stable, Boko."

Boko kweehs in protest and bumps Squall hand instead. Squall should be used to not being listened to by now, honestly. He sighs.

"You're not afraid of chocobos, right?" He's coming over to lean against the wall, arms crossed. One knee bent with his foot pressed against it.