K listens, stores away the details where they're safe for as long as K is online, is active. He can picture it alongside the man he has two distinct impressions of: one snarling, quite literally, naked in the cell beside K's. And one much quieter, much more settled, working in the dirt shoulder to shoulder with a woman, with Jesus, looking content not from the focused expression on his face but from something deep within him.

"That's a hard philosophy to have to live, especially if family isn't in the picture." Duplicity doesn't let it be, from what he's seen. "But he let you in?"