Fitzgerald stays close, and Mike starts wonder if it’s something else, hero worship or some misguided way to get the enforcer on his side. If it is, it’s something he should shut down, but it’s funny, the way Fitzgerald gravitates to him like he’s magnetized, and it’s sort of sweet in a dumb puppy kind of way. Mike lets it happen, lets Fitzgerald chatter in his ear about whatever’s caught his attention, amused by the enthusiasm he still has about everything:
