[Connor listens, really listens, and rubs his hands together fitfully. Eventually he looks up at the one-way mirror on the wall and gestures across his throat, universally signalling that he wants the audio feed muted. He can't ask for the video surveillance to be cut as well, but he can at least give them this bit of privacy. The only people that would hear are the officers on the other side, and he trusts that neither of them would rat him out for anything. Not when one is his best friend and the other is his only direct superior here.]

Sean, I know you don't trust me anymore. You have every right not to. But I really do want to help you out here. If I had messages you before that I was coming, it would have made anything else that you said to me inadmissible. This is my case. But I am sorry for what I said before. It was dumb and I was frustrated but that's no excuse.

[He offers his hands, palm-up on the table, leaning toward Sean again with the same soft, worried look he'd wear talking to Sean about the difficult cases, the ones involving innocent people in awful circumstances. The worst the city has to offer that he has to be front line for. Or at least, part of the cleanup effort.]

I'm not gonna tell your mother you died because you're not going to.

...I really like you, Sean. I won't let them hurt you. But, it something ever did happen, you have my word. She'll know what happened. She'll get all of your books. I won't keep any secrets.