"Is that ever the truth," she replied, her heart twisting, but for a different reason. This place had become her home, in the strongest sense of the word she had ever known. It was almost impossible to bear watching people be sent back at the whim of a Higher Power while knowing that it could happen to her at any moment.
Her hands stroked through Lindsey's hair when he leaned back, fingers gently seeking out his temples and moving to release the tension there as she watched his expression carefully. "They don't need to be friends to respect you," she reminded him with the shrug of a single shoulder. "Which I'm sure they already do, immensely. But there's nothing wrong with liking the people you see at work every day, if it goes in that direction."
From what she knew about Wolfram and Hart, she had a feeling that the concept was bound to be an absolutely foreign one.