He smiles, a small spark of mischief coming through.
"It says LAPD on the side of it." He shrugs though, keeping it modest, not sure how appropriate this is right this moment but Jesus asked. K will follow his lead.
"It's a smooth handler, and goes vertical without needing to climb first or any horizontal movement at all. And it has a siren, and lights."
Jesus grins at him. "Do you miss the lights? Being able to break the rules of the road when they were on? I couldn't have been a cop, I'd never have respected a red light again."
"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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"It says LAPD on the side of it." He shrugs though, keeping it modest, not sure how appropriate this is right this moment but Jesus asked. K will follow his lead.
"It's a smooth handler, and goes vertical without needing to climb first or any horizontal movement at all. And it has a siren, and lights."
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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.