She looked out the window in disgust, "They're going out again?! Like is this really not bothering you yet?" she asked in a tone that answered her own question. "Think about it - they’ve been together for twice as long as us. We've just gotten so bland and predictable." He sighed and sunk down so she couldn't see his eyes over his keyboard, "They're not going on dates or at least not with each other. They broke up months ago but are staying together until their kid finishes high school. They're still good friends and they have their singles night on the same day." She spun around so fast for a second he feared she was about to whip a fireball, "You're lying! How would you know that? Why wouldn’t you have told me sooner?” He thought about this for a second then set his laptop down and joined her at the window. "I know because Dave confides in me and I didn't tell you because everytime you talk about the neighbors you get this dreamy look in your eyes - the same look you have when you work on a case you're passionate about. I love that look and I love you.” He started to walk back towards his laptop then stopped, “You know comparison is supposed to inspire you to get the things you want but it shouldn’t make you resent what you already have.” She stood frozen at the window, “So you put up with me trashing you because you thought their love was inspiring to me? That is the most horrifying yet romantic thing I've ever heard.” He glanced over his shoulder, "And you said we've gotten too predictable."