THIS IS THE WAY.

“dank farrik,” din muttered as he stood just inside the doorway of delmar’s. he had only come in for a few things. a quick in and out trip. now it looked like he was going to be stuck here for a while. the snow was really starting to come down hard, and the staff had advised all customers to stay indoors until it cleared up. “sorry, do you have a phone i could use?” he asked, turning to the person nearest. “i left mine in my car, and i need to let my son know i’ll be late.”

Brooke leaned back in her seat, smiling up at the detective. She knew there was nothing wrong with her reports, and nothing gave her more joy than knowing Djarin couldn’t snark back. Bo caught his gaze when he closed the folder, a single eyebrow arched, smile still on her face. “Oh, we did!” She picked up her phone to scroll through to a picture of her and the bunny. “His name is Slushie. He used to be a talking snowman,” she said, brightly. Brooke tilted her head to the side. “I didn’t realize I was gone that long, though. Miss me?”

he tossed the folder onto the desk, rubbing the bridge of his nose in an attempt to banish away some of his irritation. he liked bo. more than he cared to admit. and while she did eventually get the work done, it was how she went about her work that drove him up the wall. taking a seat, he leaned over to look at the picture, a confused look spreading across his face. “talking snowman,” he repeated, leaning back and propping his feet up. “well you were.” he hesitated, glancing once again at the folder. “look, by now we both know nothing i say is gonna keep you from randomly running off. but at least tell me the next time you go off on a search and rescue.”

Graham gave Din a bright smile, before pushing himself off from the door frame so he could walk inside his office. He dropped down onto the seat across from Din’s desk, as per his usual when he visited him. “I took the next few days off,” he started, leg bouncing up and down as he spoke. It wasn’t a nervous habit - it was just a habit. Graham had never been one to be able to sit still for any amount of time. “And I’m fine before you ask, Dad. I just feel… - I don’t know.” His hand subconsciously came up to scratch at where his most recent injury was, just beneath the sleeve of his shirt. He dropped his hand to run through his hair. “Distracted or something.”

he looked across the desk, unable to keep from noticing all the little things that were different about graham now. but he still had that inquisitive, almost childlike way of looking at him that hit him deep. he was just about to open his mouth when graham continued his explanation. the line between his brows deepened as he sat back in his chair, folding his hands across his lap. din took a moment to gather his thoughts. “do you — do you think it has anything to do with your powers?” he had always made it clear he didn’t fully understand his son’s abilities, and that had only spurred him to be more precautionary to make sure the kid was protected.

“…I hope you have a finished version of this spreadsheet,” Jacques muttered. He didn’t look up from his laptop to face the other or see whose presence he had sensed. Sure, it was a public coffee shop, but he’d assumed that he’d be allowed time to get some work done. 

din couldn’t help but chuckle. “you sound like me.” shaking his head, he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “i say that to my deputy at least five times a day.” alright, he didn’t mean to complain about bo’s speed with her work, but sometimes it just slipped out. “how much longer do you have before graduation?”

Graham ended up feeling bad about keeping away from his dad until his injury healed up, but he also didn’t want the other man to worry about him more than he already did. Still, the guilt got the better of him (even if it had only been two days), which is how he found himself walking into the police station that afternoon. He waved at a few of Din’s coworkers as he walked by, pausing outside his dad’s slightly open door to knock. “Hi,” he popped his head in and smiled at him. “You busy?” @mandospacedad​​

“You know if you keep scowling all the time, your face is going to wrinkle up like a prune before you’re 50,” she hummed, not even looking up to know that it was him. After a moment, Bo did glance up, putting a way too cheerful for this hour smile on her face. “Is this about the bunny thing? Because I ended up still finishing the late reports, Djarin.” Brooke waved them in the air for good measure. “And look. The ink isn’t even pink this time.” @mandospacedad​

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