That wasn't a hunch. You knew that with certainty. But Thompson asking you how old you were, what type of cake you liked, and if you were going to be waiting for a call from Sarah on your birthday in the same conversation somehow didn't arouse any suspicion?

[And what? He's standing now?! This wasn't what he wanted to do. But Dylan is standing, so he joins him dizzily.]

I think it's a little amusing you call where we live 'home'. I think we've been in the military too long when that becomes an acceptable title for a place neither of us want to be, but the only place we can really have each other. [And he pats his shoulder. Oh poor, vapid Dylan.]