He left his hand there for a moment, to linger, smiling slowly with a hint of vague wistfulness. Not sentiment, not really; simply memory. They had been a good team, if nothing else.
"I suppose I can look the other way once, for old time's sake. With the understanding that it's mutual."
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"I suppose I can look the other way once, for old time's sake. With the understanding that it's mutual."