He grinned. "I bet you did, handed my ass right to me on a platter," he said with a crooked smile.
"Good," he said, suddenly relieved. He rubbed her back gently. "Good. She would be sad and I would be sad, a whole of people would be sad. I gotta tell ya though. I got this feeling that Mack is gonna kick my ass next time she sees me," he tried to smile again and only really made a half attempt.
"I understand," he said lightly. "If I could have the chance to talk to Felix just one more time... I would take it too. I would want to tell him I'm sorry for failing him, for not saving him but..." he sniffled lightly. "There comes a point when you have to acknowledge that there was nothing else we could have done though."
"I'm really glad you made it Tate."