[ He doesn't expect you to break the silence -- then again, he doesn't actually know what to make of you ever since you two found yourselves on the same side. What he is aware of now however, are the little signs he used to miss or interpreted differently.

It's not good manners though, to point out that you know someone's a little frightened of you. So he won't. Instead, he takes a drag from that cigarette and lets out a small, tired sigh. ]

I feel like I've spent the last two decades doing just that. [ He's looking towards one of the windows; pouring himself a drink. ] It's just been one thing after another.

[ His voice drops. ]

Hard to say with absolute certainty that the choices I've made were the right ones.