I promise. There are enough criminals and utter bastards around to keep me somewhat sane. And I'm good at obeying orders, as long as they make sense at all.

I would appreciate my own apartment, I don't want to be in the way.

*Once Pete is gone he sighs and rolls his eyes.* Honestly, doesn't he understand how people work at all? Of course we're attached, idiot, we're the last of our kind! And in any case, I'm the crazy one. It should be me talking to the shrink. Or at least we could see her together . . . hey, mind if I do come with you?