Sharon and Mobius
Oh, we were mentioning the shady dealings in public now? Maybe ix-nay on the iminalcray empireyay (his Pig Latin was flawless) discussions though, because loose lips sank ships - he'd try to change the subject. "I get it, I think - " Or, well, Mobius had never actually run a criminal empire before but he supposed that it really did take a lot out of you. Especially since Sharon was living a double life - he was afraid it would catch up to her. But he also hoped that a lot of the more recent work was sort of easing out of the situations where she was literally put in the line of fire.
He had begun to realize that his feelings for her were - kind of intense, actually. And he wasn't worried about if she was spending time with Bruce or not either, because Walt Whitman was onto something when he aid that people contained multitudes. All he knew was that here he was, brain cranking out dopamine for her because she made him feel certain ways too. Of course putting that into words was difficult when one was kind of tipsy.
"Yes, definitely proud though," he said, offering her the water and pulling out a chair for her to sit; he would sit beside her, facing her. Prime spot for canoodling (was that actually a word?). "I don't think my heart could take you meeting a bullet again anytime soon."