if my pride was tangible and i could gather it and pile it up in my hands, how big would it be and how much would it weigh?

I cannot forgive you for not telling me if you're working on the case that might destroy the firm I'm working in. Because for once in quite a long time, I realise I'm pretty contented. Pretty happy. I feel I could work with this, you know. This job. It gives me space and time to breathe, and be myself. Get the recognition and trust that I crave, and friendships that I enjoy.

The suit threatens that. You're my friend. You should've told me if you knew. If you cared at all.