There is a measure of relief to be taken from that, but it's minute, secondary to the guilt that assaults him again, as Foggy continues. He bows his head again, silent, searching for words beyond it. What he comes up with is lame, but it's the best he has, right now.

"Well, now you know." A beat. "And you'll have as much time as you need, to -- to process."

Whether that means he stays away from Foggy until he's got his equilibrium back or answering more questions. Whether it means showing off, now or later, or being more upfront about what he's about to do before he does it, even if, yes, he'd rather Foggy not know everything if only for the sake of plausible deniability. At this point, Foggy has him by the balls and he's willing to go along with it. Whatever he wants, whatever either of them think he's owed, as long as he doesn't lose him in any sense of the word.