Way I figure, things were dragged down already from day one.

After that it was just, like - triage. Picking up the pieces.

[He's quiet for a beat or two; his fingers worry at the hem of his shirt, to tamp down on the impulse to reach for her hand.]

...I get it, dude. It was messed up, what he did to Req. If it'd been you, I don't think I coulda tried for a diplomacy roll, either.