That sort of thing is enough to make him stop and smile. A slow smile, a smile made out of nerves. He can still make other friends.

"...Maybe not sic on. Just...convince to pee in his shoes occasionally. If he's pissing me off."

He leans into his friend for a moment before putting his hands in his pockets, "...Sgt. Rodriguez isn't having nightmares anymore. The program seems to work."