He had to think about it - because that wasn't something he considered usually - but he nodded in agreement. "Yes, it's much the same. The ones who keep at it are the ones we see most often. It can ruin your view of humankind really, only seeing the traumatic things."
Feeling a flash of guilt and shame for being relieved she was a half-blood, he nodded. "Yes, it's going to be like that at work soon, too, I imagine," he said without thinking before he winced, looking around quickly. No one appeared to be listening, but he needed to keep watch over his tonue.
"You're not the only one who's quite into their job. I sometimes think I should just transfigure my desk into a bed. There's the gents' for washing up and there are even showers. If the food wasn't shite, I wouldn't have reason to go home, other than the cat."