Sweeney's quiet for a while, his gaze focused on Winston as the wheels turn. He doesn't do great with apologies, though receiving is better than giving, he supposes. At length, he presses his lips and parts them with his tongue.

"Makes fer a better Story."

And at the end of things, that's all breaches are. Fuck, what this whole fucking boat is.

"Adm'ral's gotta thing fer those."

The subtext is simple: It's not your fault. I don't hold it against you.