Nothing was changed there.

The sight of Peter's honest red face was like balm to Ambrose's sore heart.
Seeing Ambrose, the remnants of Peter's anger evaporated like mist in the sun.

He clapped his young partner on the back until the other's lungs rang.
Peter's blue eyes beamed with honest gladness, meanwhile he uttered loud abuse in his own style.
"So you're back, damn you! You ornery little whipper-snapper! To sneak off from working like a breed after you feed him! I was hoping I'd never lay eyes on you again.

But here you are to plague me!" Ambrose smiled sheepishly, and gripped his hand.
Peter sent Tole off to Eva to be fed, while he went with Ambrose to the latter's little shack.

Ambrose looked around his own place curiously.
It was like another man's house now.