She wonders what it would be like to have a 'normal' partner. One who wasn't always being talked about. Looked at, as if there's something wrong with him. A partner who goes, if not exactly by the book, then close to it.
And then she starts to really think about it. After a while, she decides that it wouldn't be worth it. Her partner might not be perfect, might not be what one would call 'orthodox', but she wouldn't trade him for the world, not the leaning, the feigned uncertainty when dealing with certain people, the vulnerability that she is one of the few to ever really see.
'Normal' might not be a word that describes her partner, or the way he works, but it doesn't matter, at least not to her. It's the quirks that make her love him, little things that make him so much more different than anyone else she's ever been stuck with.
And it's those quirks, she muses as she watches him finishing up his paperwork, that make her want to stay…that make her want to find out exactly where that mind of his will lead them next.
