He watches her. There's something he wants to say, but as she keeps talking his face softens with surprise and then understanding, something akin to appreciation in his eyes for how she tempers her tone.

"I get it," he says. "To be honest, it's -- more reassuring than anything to have you backing me up on the 'not crazy' front."

He smirks lopsidedly, releasing that fist at last. "You know, I said 'like us', but... there's a lot I don't know, Nat. I realize the last time we tried talking didn't go well, but -- you're my partner, and I want to understand."