"It kinda feels like it bears repeating." He can't think of anything he said or implied other than 'I hope I'm not like him' to prompt this little trip and dip into personal vigilante justice. There must've been something, he's sure.

Fuck.

"D now is not the time to review that footage, for fuck's sake." He snaps, out loud, and Delta has the good sense to flicker into being and look sheepish.

"Apologies."

"Go do some recon or something." Anything but flipping through that rather involved night.

"Affirmative." He winks out, a little green trail of light zipping to the nearbye terminal as he begins doing some kind of work or another. Taylor's not paying attention, too busy trying to focus on the warmth of Sam next to him and the simple pleasure of a milkshake. The small things.