That stone in his stomach disappears entirely at the story, leaving him feeling empty. Trevor. Ulla. Warren. Warren throwing himself in harm's way, for Ulla. For his inmate. Because of what? Because of a temper tantrum? Because of Trevor. He struggles to get it all settled in his mind.

He slowly withdraws his hand.

"Hey! What a great anniversary present for you!" he laughs and he knows that it will ring false. Doesn't matter; he's not trying to hide it. He takes a step back. "At least it healed up nice."