[right...work. she exhales, nodding and looking away, toward the door. if anyone on the force would be more than welcome to take time off, it's her, but...maybe it's better to go, not stew in this weird situation she helped create.
her hand moves to his shoulder as she gets up, lingering for a moment. she gives a slight squeeze before letting go and starting for the door to get her shoes... and that obliterated box. she brought it, so she ought to take it with her to the trash.]
no subject
her hand moves to his shoulder as she gets up, lingering for a moment. she gives a slight squeeze before letting go and starting for the door to get her shoes... and that obliterated box. she brought it, so she ought to take it with her to the trash.]
I can call later, if you'd like.