[Must their little back and forths be so utterly nonsensical? Why do they get along best when a few drinks have greased things? Albert wonders this as Moran leans on him, nearly stumbling.]

I'd be rather lost in very particular ways if you weren't here, so I'm glad you are. I may lean on your experiences from here and home.

[He smiles, genuine and calm, and carries on walking. Maybe those drinks were a bit stout.]

Do always be yourself with me, Colonel.