"And then you have the people who follow you to see where you're going, who you're arresting," Jesus grimaces. "I had a friend who did that for fun. A lot. He wasn't even a lawyer."
He rubs his thumb over Jesus's knuckle, watching the way his skin moves under the pressure, the warm, living weight of him, the delicacy of his bones in K's hand - but trusting anyway, certain anyway that K won't hurt him.
"But I like parts of being here, too," he offers, quiet.
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"But I still had to be careful. Other people lose their minds when they hear sirens, and can cause accidents getting out of the way."
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He rubs his thumb over Jesus's knuckle, watching the way his skin moves under the pressure, the warm, living weight of him, the delicacy of his bones in K's hand - but trusting anyway, certain anyway that K won't hurt him.
"But I like parts of being here, too," he offers, quiet.