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One day, she asked him if he thought she was obnoxious or if he was ever sick of her because of her 'obsession' with forensics. Perhaps the question wasn't that sudden--he heard that she was reprimanded for helping out the defense attorneys (read: him and Trucy) by using her forensic tools, and when he came over to her apartment he'd noticed more Snackoo bags than usual piling up in the trash can. He thought about the question for a moment or two before making his answer short and simple; he told her he loved her just the way she was.