[ A nod. For both things. He was angry with Byerly; they've talked about it. By said he was sorry. It's alright now. ]

I wouldn't expect—it is not as though we are friends, he and I.

[ They haven't spoken about much except work and Byerly in years. If not for Byerly as a connecting line between them, giving Benedict a reason to remember who he is, he wouldn't be shocked if Benedict still thought his name was Bertrand. ]

And I know he was grieving, too. It was only a very bad time for someone to be needy and demanding at me.