Well, it seems that he may be 'round to stay, but, then ag'in.....LIFE sometimes slaps ya 'cross the head with such unbelievable force that your cigar pops right outta your mouth and lands in the snow. Given such consequences, he might jes' ag'in hightail it and run. To quote the tuxedo bird with the fishy breath mints:
It[*] is what it is.*LIFE, I assume.