Slowly, Billy turned to look up at Mike. He was genuinely feeling better. On more solid ground. Now that he had some breathing room and Mike wasn't pushing him. He could have let that show, but there was something else. He truly wanted to believe that Mike felt bad. That this guilt were real and not some mask to cover what he'd become. And despite himself, Billy wondered if Mike could be saved. He wasn't the boss himself (or at least that's what Billy still assumed), and he'd wanted to join the FBI. It was too late for that, but there were still options.

What was funny was that Mike was the only one to be right. To see that there was something off about Billy. Billy who was the slickest and most skilled of his team when it came to the under cover thing. He could be anything, do anything. And people usually trusted and believed him just on sheer force of personality. Except Mike. Mike was sharp. He'd just ended up on the wrong side.

"You can't lean on me to be your salvation, Mike." It was said with the utmost sympathy, before slowly getting to his feet. "If what happened truly bothers you so, it's only you who can change that. You have to go one way or the other, but I can't take you there. If, however, you need someone to talk to, someone not..." He gestured toward the house, "...deeply entrenched in all of this, I'll listen." He held up a finger, almost a warning. "But not if you're going to twist what you're dealing with to be about me." Then a gesture as if to wipe everything clear. "Only frank and honest discussions."