Mobius shakes his head, just a little. "It's not like you not to be more upfront with me, but then, it isn't like me to hold back. If you wanna know how we get back to us, or how we move forward to a new us, I don't have the answers. But I also wouldn't worry too much about it."

He rises from his seat and moves to the door, shuts it all the way. The work they're doing isn't anything sensitive, and sometimes there's more help, and sometimes there's Stephen making his attempts to throw what he calls 'paper airplanes' across the hall and diagonally to the room to get his attention. But this might be. More sensitive.

"I'm sorry. For not being more forthcoming. For being..." No, he's not really sorry for anything that he is, now. Different. Changed. Things that can't be helped. "I'm sorry for making you feel like you can't talk to me."