He's quiet for a moment, as he lets those old wounds ache for awhile. He pushes them away more often than not and has only just now been forced to look back at that chapter of his life and reevaluate. Locus never did much when he had moments like this other than sit, lean, offer the reassurance that this is in fact real-

And occasionally reach out to hold his shoulder. But this is...empathy. Sharing his understanding of grief and how it can twist a body around. "Yeah. I kinda- you saw how I was. By the book, do the job, do it right, do it well and everyone gets to go home. Random fucking chance proved me wrong so...I figured why bother?"