Graham chuckled in quiet amusement along with her. He didn't mind if she talked too much, or she thought she talked to much. He enjoyed talking to people, listening to them, and getting their story out of them - their real story, not something fake that they'd fancied up for the paper. As she spoke, he did listen to her thoughtfully, nodding along politely and the like. Her words were true, and there was a fire and passion in them that he could easily connect to. He didn't speak up until she had finished, then put herself down for saying like she had.
Graham smiled lightly and shook his head. "Now that right there, what you just said, that was real. Don't ever be ashamed of speaking from your heart like that," he chided her, gesturing to her with a pointed finger for emphasis. "If I've come to learn anything through my life, through my profession, its that there are people from all walks of life that are noble and extraordinary in whatever it is they do, no matter how simple or normal it might seem to them. Theirs are the kinds of stories I like to hear and capture in print. The little guy, the underdog, if you will; the people who might otherwise be crushed underneath the feet of the elitist. If I have a say in it, their stories will shine." He arched a brow over at her. "So everything you just said was brilliant, Lynne. Thank you."
Graham paused a brief moment, before continuing. "And yes, I know exactly how you feel. If I were doing anything else with my life, I'm certain it would be rubbish with a capital 'r.' Journalism is my life, and if people ever cease to read what I write, well, I'll probably cease to exist." Despite his words, however, he grinned cheekily, holding up the remainder of his milkshake. "So cheers to enjoying what one does in their life while they can!"