[He bobs his head, mouth pressing. He can only vaguely see Maverick by the lit end of the cigarette and still not much. That doesn't mean Maverick can't see him.]

Keep bearing with me. I know this is... [He looks for words and fails to find better ones.] A pain in the ass. But put up with me a bit longer.

When it went cold, what were you feeling? Or sensing. Or even imagining.