"I'd like to say yes, but I don't know where I'll be or what I'll be doing. Give me a call or something, when you're free." If Loki could come, he would. The only thing that took precedent was the job. The innocent lives that Loki went after in the name of their freedom. He knew Paul understood that, without question.
Loki downs his cup and sets it down, blue eyes coming back to Paul's. He didn't mind how close Paul was at all and impulse wins in the moment. He grabs Paul's face with both hands and kisses him soundly, like if he was never going to see Paul again, he was going to take this. It ends just as suddenly as it began and there wasn't a shred of shame or doubt in his eyes as his hands come down.
"You ready to go?"
--
Tomorrow was only a day away and while Loki had busted his ass, it was clear by the outfit change that he'd at least seen his home for a minimum of twenty minutes. It was also clear that he hadn't gotten any real sleep, the toothpick in his mouth rolling as he toys with it, both amped up on caffeine and relentlessly tired in a way that balanced itself out. His wounds still ached, forehead hurting any time he was too expressive with his eyebrows.
He'd invited Paul out for cop classic - Coffee and pie - and it was within walking distance from the station, good enough for a well deserved break before the sting that was planned. Loki had ordered an apple crumble slice and whatever on the menu Paul wanted to go with their coffee, and he was holding his cup like it could really do something about the cold that had settled into his bones.
"Give it another week and your shop is gonna be busy as hell. Housewives racing from the Food Lion hitting black ice or their husbands doing the same from the bar."
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Loki downs his cup and sets it down, blue eyes coming back to Paul's. He didn't mind how close Paul was at all and impulse wins in the moment. He grabs Paul's face with both hands and kisses him soundly, like if he was never going to see Paul again, he was going to take this. It ends just as suddenly as it began and there wasn't a shred of shame or doubt in his eyes as his hands come down.
"You ready to go?"
--
Tomorrow was only a day away and while Loki had busted his ass, it was clear by the outfit change that he'd at least seen his home for a minimum of twenty minutes. It was also clear that he hadn't gotten any real sleep, the toothpick in his mouth rolling as he toys with it, both amped up on caffeine and relentlessly tired in a way that balanced itself out. His wounds still ached, forehead hurting any time he was too expressive with his eyebrows.
He'd invited Paul out for cop classic - Coffee and pie - and it was within walking distance from the station, good enough for a well deserved break before the sting that was planned. Loki had ordered an apple crumble slice and whatever on the menu Paul wanted to go with their coffee, and he was holding his cup like it could really do something about the cold that had settled into his bones.
"Give it another week and your shop is gonna be busy as hell. Housewives racing from the Food Lion hitting black ice or their husbands doing the same from the bar."