"Photographic memory that shares storage with Delta." Sure, D could tuck what's for him and only him away in a box but that shit tends to leak after awhile. Christ. D does manage to send a pulse of, well, remorse.

Not for approving, but for Taylor having to see any of the recording. He shakes his head, scrubbing at his face before pointedly leaning against Sam and sipping his Milkshake. This is fine. They are fine. "I'm putting knives on my 'hard no' till Felix isn't subletting your skull, man."