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harry is kind of like kim's manic pixie dream girl if you think about it. guy who's exactly your type shows up and tells you he's lost his memory and he hears voices in his head but also he's the best detective you've ever seen and he's just decided you're his new best friend. he keeps dragging you into wacky sidequests like starting a disco club in an abandoned church and hunting down an elusive cryptid but in the end succeeds in cracking the case wide open and changes your life so much in the span of roughly a week that you transfer precincts (by the way he works at THE legendary jamrock precinct) to keep being his partner. also he fucking adores you and looks at you like you hung the moon AND he's gay

Kim “there will be time for sitting on benches after we solve the murder” Kitsuragi sits on the swings with you for at least an hour without a single complaint, not rushing you, playing along with whatever silly conversation threads you start, waiting for you to realize on your own that the crashed motor carriage in front of you is your own. He gently leads you towards this profoundly upsetting information, the most damning evidence thus far of how completely fucked you are, just, like, as a human. Reckless, impulsive, suicidal. When you eventually piece it together, he comforts you with sincerity. This is the man who reminds you at every conversational tangent that you are on a deadline, who has to be cajoled into playing a board game with you for a couple hours. And yet he sits with you on the swings until the tide goes out, all so he can catch you when you start to fall apart.

i hope the anonymous person who sent the "i used to live in your house. i'm drunk in boston and it's the only address i know. happy holidays" postcard is aware that they wrote my favourite poem