You know our partner wouldn't let me do something like that.

[Well, there's a heavy implication in his words that shouldn't have been entirely unexpected, considering current circumstances. Ian takes another sip of coffee and then returns the mug to the table, crossing his arms in front of his chest once his hands are free. At least he's got his head raised a little more, looking at his counterpart as he speaks.]

To exist in a world without him is bad enough. To drive the knife deeper, salt the wound... if this was a plot against me, I'd commend them for their efforts.

[He tilts his head to the side, heaving a heavy sigh.]

Distractions aren't enough when I already know the outcome. I'm playing a game I can't win.