As I walked over to Mason Rudolph's locker, he looked up wearily at me, having just come back to the locker room a full half an hour after many of his teammates.
I asked him if he had a moment.
"You want to talk about James?" he asked.
When I informed him I wanted to chat about him, not James Washington, he gave me his trademark smile. Sure, we could talk about that subject for a while -- not that he would have turned me away on the other, either.