[Sheehan lets out a sigh. That's - a lot more than what he was expecting. Even from them.

He still vividly remembers Parker's face. He remembers that carefree smirk. The easy way they were together.

It makes his chest ache to think of what might have been running through his head as he was killed.]

I'm sorry that happened to you. I'm sorry that happened to him. [Only sincerity.]

It is about me, detective. Fearing loss is one thing. That's - after what you went through, that's to be expected. The guilt you carry about it only compounds that. It - I don't begrudge you that. And I'm not a child. I'm not going to insist that you be my friend.

But. You're not giving me a choice in the matter.