01-05-2018, 05:06 PM
The pouring tequila splashed around the cup and he frowned at the mess. Not that that was really what bothered him. She was right.
He poured a glass of water as well, then turned, bringing over the tray with the shots and stuff. If she was done, that was fine. "Still, IA isn't gonna ignore what two on the force- three if you count Johnson- are gonna say. At the least, they'd look into it. Wouldn't be hard to find a pattern. Still..."
He sat, looking at her, drink untouched, then ran his hands through his hair. "What a fucking mess."
He paused, thinking. After a moment, "Still, better to know, i guess."
Well, given her abilities..."....or maybe not."
He was quiet, thinking about it for a moment. At the end of the day, nothing had changed. In any event....he thought about how angry she had been. No. Not just anger.
Hurt. She'd wanted to lash out in anger at the guy too. That had been obvious. "I am sorry i was an asshole to you about him. Volodin. That I accused you of anything. I think I know you better than that."
He smiled weakly. "Must be tough having to feel your emotions and everyone else's too. Sorry for adding to it."
There was a knock at the door and he opened it, paid for the Italian. Already, the place smelled good. He brought the bags over along with some plates and utensils.
He poured a glass of water as well, then turned, bringing over the tray with the shots and stuff. If she was done, that was fine. "Still, IA isn't gonna ignore what two on the force- three if you count Johnson- are gonna say. At the least, they'd look into it. Wouldn't be hard to find a pattern. Still..."
He sat, looking at her, drink untouched, then ran his hands through his hair. "What a fucking mess."
He paused, thinking. After a moment, "Still, better to know, i guess."
Well, given her abilities..."....or maybe not."
He was quiet, thinking about it for a moment. At the end of the day, nothing had changed. In any event....he thought about how angry she had been. No. Not just anger.
Hurt. She'd wanted to lash out in anger at the guy too. That had been obvious. "I am sorry i was an asshole to you about him. Volodin. That I accused you of anything. I think I know you better than that."
He smiled weakly. "Must be tough having to feel your emotions and everyone else's too. Sorry for adding to it."
There was a knock at the door and he opened it, paid for the Italian. Already, the place smelled good. He brought the bags over along with some plates and utensils.