I would never think you were cruel, Sir. I wasn't attempting to imply any such thing, I assure you. I just don't think it would serve us any good for them to know. I would like that.

[His expression softens. Maybe he's just sentimental or maybe he's too emotional, too tired; too worn by the whole affair but he's taking his glasses off and rubbing at his eyes with his hand. His eyes are dry and scratchy, he has no tears left but that doesn't stop him from needing to wipe at his eyes.]

As my boss and my friend. I think that might be the nicest thing you'd said to me yet.