It's a surprisingly early night for the both of them. Who called it a night, no one knows for sure; since the day had closed up clocked out long before with no one's permission on the line, that's still up in the air.
Just where they'd last left it.
' Aren't you the easy one to tucker out tonight? All that running around finally catch up to you at last ? I haven't got an update in ever on what's going on in your turf, is that so fair?' Well it's not, it's seriously not, but he won't say much on it.
It is his business, but how much is only dictated with what Rival allows.
He used to be so concerned, over the top probably until his partner was uncomfortable. It was never received in that great of a light, but rest assured he's dropped off some of that hanging on his person, that kind of mistress that just wouldn't let you get to sleep.
They'd traded in a marked amount for the rest they shared, though it came in inconsistent and stretched increments, sure it did.
When they could afford it, they'd get lots of it. And that's just how he liked it, and he was sure that Rival didn't mind (or know) that he strictly worked around his guy's schedule. 'You tired, big guy?'
