[Delicate]
@thefnckinglieutenant
What had begun as a short drive home from Jimmy’s Bar had spiraled into an hour long cruise around Detroit, with Hank blasting every classic heavy metal band known to man. Connor, while vastly knowlegable about everything from the laws of court to the laws of science, had not been fortunate enough to enjoy much of one of humanities greatest unifying past-times: music.
Letting his eyelids fall shut, the detective bobbed his head in time to the opening riff of Metallica’s Enter Sandman, focussing on how the combination of key, rhythm, and instruments made him feel. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he found his foot involuntarily tapping out the beat. He quite enjoyed appreciating the art form blaring from the car speakers, and the company of his dear partner was always appreciated.
“You still haven’t explained why metal is your favorite genre,” he called over the song, turning to glance at a headbanging Hank. It was endearing how much more comfortable the crass Lieutenant had become in his presence, enough to show this side of himself.