[He just nods stiffly. That's acceptable enough of an answer, before he folds his hands in front of his face.]
I don't know what I could tell you. I was an FBI agent once. And married. [Deedee has done nothing to him, here. He's still in love with her, and thinks highly of the woman he lost because of his own hubris.]
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I don't know what I could tell you. I was an FBI agent once. And married. [Deedee has done nothing to him, here. He's still in love with her, and thinks highly of the woman he lost because of his own hubris.]