Remaining silent, Sherr stared holes through the tiled floor. Or tried to, at least. Arms shaking slightly enough that he found himself folding them over his chest as if to keep them still. Of course, the problem wasn't that the older's story was, more or less, the same as what Moriarty did. It was the fact he'd spent so much time not talking about jim, locking up his feelings, that admitting them now seemed pointless.
"Well, you're wrong."He managed to mutter. "'m sorry your lad was a nutter but don't see what that has to do with me, or the boss."