[if he was happy, he can't imagine why, especially if - well - no. he doesn't want to think about that. besides, that wistful expression on Mobius' face pulls at his heartstrings. and he's starting to listen to that fierce little organ a lot more lately, instead of letting his rage drive him.]

Of course I will.

[beat]

I'm sorry about Alabama. I had to know what the plan was. She wouldn't have told me if she saw you were with me. Better for her to think I was playing the game the way she perceived it.