Don't think I'd call it being a better human. I'm just restless.

Twenty-eight? Hm. You were only a few years ahead of me then. I'll be twenty-five this winter. Do you think we've already met? How hilarious that would be.

In another moment of candid truth, I'm not wholly opposed to marrying. Not anytime within the next year or two. I'm still trying to make a name in my department.

I like to think we'll remain friends post split. In fact, I'm counting on it.