Morry nodded along with the other's story, listening intently and filing away the details as a point of comparison for later. "So they gotcha on the technology deal." He scratched the back of his head and looked down. "Me too. Had ta learn t'fight on the job, ta be honest."<br/><br/>He appeared particularly interested when he spoke about a specific woman, especially when he mentioned they'd been close. That wasn't common in his experience, the women tended to group together and keep to themselves. Perhaps it had been something... more? The way he'd cut himself off and how his entire demeanor had changed led him to believe that yes, indeed, something more had happened there. Unfortunate. He wanted to prod, but resisted. What if the cause of his reaction had been her death? He couldn't bring that up. But he could ask about Christmas. "She what? What about Christmas?" He nudged gently, happily ignoring the change in subject for a moment.<br/><br/><br/><br/>