His lip curls faintly. Behold, the slightest smile ever.

He may be pretty damn stoic and grave sometimes, but it's a horse ride. It's nice to see it look so calm and typical, not anything like the wastelands. He may be unsettled by this world, may not fit in, but he can appreciate the little moments when he's not climbing the walls.

"Mmm, s'a good horse. Well-trained."

He furrows his brow.

"Should get a saddle, though."

... And a step ladder.

Shorty.