And Lorne looks back, surprising himself with how calm he feels. Shaking his head, "It isn't the same. It's like... You go to someone's house, invited for a cup of coffee out in the garden. You never go into their home, but you get something out of it. You get to see the person, get to know them at least a little bit."

He quirks his lips into something a lot like a smile, though it doesn't reach his eyes. "Or like one of the bartenders calls it, it's my non-invasive procedure."