[Perhaps surprisingly, it's not the thought of violence that enters his head first, not really; rather, it's a sick sort of understanding for what's being said - about how that sense of anger eventually reaches the part of your brain responsible for deciding what you're going to do about it, and once it gets there, there's calmness and a sense of purpose and once you've found that point?

It's very, very easy to not take things personally.

And then there are the fantasies and sometimes the fantasies end and you suddenly come to with a blunt object in your hands and blood all over the table and there's your sudden mostly-unexpected death, really, but that's not personal either, because the most you can think to say out loud is muttering a completely blank "Oh my god, really..." while you clean it up.

His thoughts never do slant towards "Like hell you didn't take that personally," because he has no doubt that regardless of what actually happened, you didn't take it personally at all. Not really, anyway.

He smiles again.]

You're more forgiving than most, then, if there were no hard feelings whatsoever; then again, it's possible that I just have a bad frame of reference for these things, isn't it.

[Working with homicides and all.]