It guess it was. Like I said, the good stories are all the ones where things went wrong.

Hell, I might not even have stayed with them if Tulio hadn't had to save my ass the first week we were traveling together. I didn't know the berries were poisonous, and I ate some that made me too sick to move for a whole day. But he stayed with me, even though we'd been at each other's throats the entire time before that.

[It's clear from the way he's talking and his expression that it meant a lot to him, and that it's a good memory. Even though it had been awful at the time. He's quiet for a second, before continuing in the more unsure, awkward tone he gets when he's trying to be genuine about something.]

I'm...glad you're getting to go have your own adventures, too.