[ It's all he knew – an occupation, a hobby, a lesson, and shield. Truthfully, it was a pity. Lynette was a real beauty as she moved in that tank. She deserved to be admired.

He offers his napkin and then sits up a bit straighter with his fingers out reached between them. ...A white flag, in a sense. Temporarily. ]

All things considered, it's close to the best outcome. Things return back to their mundane path. I'm sure much is the same here too.

[ There it is – where a cornered cat eases up justttt a little. ]