The problem with always scheming, always thinking, is that turning it off is near impossible; the problem with that always thinking, always scheming, turning inward on the mind of the person who does the plotting is that there's a long list of reasons why things may go awry. One knows the dangers because one is often the catalyst for danger towards others.

It warms him a little that she leans back into him. The contact is too brief for him, honestly, but he'll take it without complaint.

"I would," he admits, putting his hand back in his pocket, but that's such a weird thing. Would he have, before the TVA? Before Sylvie? Before arriving here? Hard to say. "Or I'd at least try my best."