Pete chuckles a little. "Well, I suppose you could just lounge around my flat while I go to work, but you're you. You'd just be bored. You'd start grilling me for information about my day the second I walked in the door, and then start doing my job better'n me on the fly."

He leans back against the elevator wall, feeling tired, but for the first time in a long time, a little less hopeless, even with the state of the case they were working.