[ He can't help it - when the images start to flow he closes his eyes, to better see and commit the faces to memory along with their names. Keeps quiet again, for the most part, his eyebrows raised just a bit - and a frown when Sam reaches Stark in the middle. His lips part but he holds his tongue until the slideshow is over, his eyes opening again to stare back at Sam. ]
I, uh, know a Stark. [ A beat. ] I don't know know him, but - [ That's a name he recognizes. And that flicker of memory, the glass wall from a first person view, the cells behind the guy's shoulder. His mouth shuts, jaw tight. He saw something there that wasn't meant for him. ]
I'm sorry. [ Says it now, though not for the guilt that threatened earlier. Another pause, and he shakes his head, glancing down. ] You oughta be able to trust the folks on your team.
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I, uh, know a Stark. [ A beat. ] I don't know know him, but - [ That's a name he recognizes. And that flicker of memory, the glass wall from a first person view, the cells behind the guy's shoulder. His mouth shuts, jaw tight. He saw something there that wasn't meant for him. ]
I'm sorry. [ Says it now, though not for the guilt that threatened earlier. Another pause, and he shakes his head, glancing down. ] You oughta be able to trust the folks on your team.
[ That's what he's sorry for. ]