☕ (from nvmbercne)
SEND ☕ FOR OUR MUSES TO HAVE A COFFEE DATE
“This has got to be the worst date ever.” Aaron sighs, leans over the table in the break room. “Sorry.”
He'd called Gabe and said he couldn't make it. There's a man with a severe GSW resting on the table in in an exam room, waiting for his friend to come pick him up and take him to the emergency room. The clinic, right now, it won't give the man the painkillers he needs.
Aaron'd pinned him as Benjamin ( Benji, everyone just called him ) the moment he came in. One of Penguin's, and not a bad man out of uniform. Four or five years older than Aaron. Would've died if the bullet went an inch higher. For now, Aaron is assured that he won't venture out of the room, that he'll call if he needs help.
Back to Gabe. Gabe, who understands that work comes first and had deigned to come to Aaron. With coffee, even! He can tell that the steaming contents of the cup is a blend Gabe thought he would like. The thought is touching.
He holds Gabe's hand across the table, finger pressed to the callous on Gabe's trigger finger. His hurried extraction of the bullet left blood on his shirt; it will dry and stiffen later. He'll probably have to throw the shirt away. He lowers his head, chest to the table; forehead pressed to the back of Gabe's hand.
“Thanks for the coffee. You're the best.”












