"He probably makes out with test tubes, I don't know. I try not to disrupt him as much as possible."


She sighed, working around to his bangs, sure to scratch his forehead and lather it up thoroughly. "IIIII just don't know. What he does is his own business. He doesn't want me to leave my job, so why should I feel bitter that he pays more attention to beakers and viruses than me? I mean, I pay more attention to my articles sometimes, sure, but..."


She stopped, smiling to herself. "But I'm sure you don't want to hear about our relationship. I don't think he'll care about us, not really. He didn't seem too bothered by my Albert fantasy..."