Kyle Taylor

I guess it’s fortunate for me that you do know me pretty well then, eh?

I heard. I thought it was all very strange. As soon as Gabe leaves, shit happens. I didn't want to intrude on Piper as I'm sure she had tens of thousands of cohorts building a wall around her now. Why did she switch? Not that I care much. Just wondering. You see, as a promise to Gabe -- I still keep myself at a an arm's length from this type of business.

Very, very bored of the paperwork that an unknown shooter and a civilian victim entails..

If I didn't know you better, I'd say you're very disconnected from the very people you need to protect -- based one what you just said right now.

Well we got ways to go until football season comes back, so who knows.

If I'm Mayor, maybe I'll make it fucking mandatory that your said-boss allow you to go watch the game, wherever it happens to be.

She smiled back and took the towel from him, suddenly feeling a flush of embarrassment as she came down from her high, or at least she figured that was what was making her feel so groggy, “Thanks,” she said with a tiny laugh before stepping out and into the towel, “Ready,” she said in a soft voice and chatter in her teeth.

Well… I’m not going to lie that does sounds pretty awesome. But I mean… being a mayoral candidate is kind of a big deal too. Who knows? Maybe you’ll pull a kitten out of a burning building and turn into Batman. That would make you a bit cooler, I think. Oh, how you flatter me. 

I can't argue with that logic, now can I? 

I gotta be honest, I’m not even sure if I’m allowed to leave the city. I don’t got a desk job though, but I’m pretty sure my boss wouldn’t be too kind with giving me a vacation.

Honesty's good. I see. Hopefully the next game's a home game, so your travels will not be extensive.

"Sir yes sir," she mumbled before stepping under the warm water, the feeling of it nearly indescribable. She didn’t bother washing her hair or body, her arms becoming too tired to barely be able to lift to reach one of her bottles.

The moment he heard her shout, he was flying down the hallway back to the bathroom. He found her with her head poking out of the shower curtains. He smiled softly and stepped forth to hand her the towel. "It must've fallen, or run away. Damn towel." He closed his eyes and held out the towel for her. He stepped closer to the shower so she wouldn't have to struggle with walking so much. "Just step forward and tell me when you're ready."

Well I suppose you’ve got a point there, Charming. Fine… I’ll go out with you. 

Yeah? And I get to tell mine that I went out with the fucking valedictorian of Brown University and detective of New York. How much cooler can I get? I think this moment is the cherry on top.

Yeah, I don’t think traveling and going wherever I want at any given moment would just as easy for me as it is for you mister candidate..

I should think freedom's easier for you, since you're not chained to a desk I presume. Nor are your every moves targeted by the mass media?

Well… I can’t really say no to someone who very well may be the next mayor of New York, can I? 

You could. But then you'd be missing out on a great story you could tell your future kids about the time you went out with a man in the running.

Macey barely noticed when she was placed back on the couch, the girl trying to focus on the music and her hands began rubbing together on their own accord. It was bringing a strange calmness to her. When he cupped her chin, her eyes were barely able to focus on him, “I told you I don’t know,” she said in a quiet tone, her hands beginning to rub along her thighs. Why did that feel so good?

Even though Macey giggled, Kyle was not enjoying this. He couldn't believe she had done what she did. But maybe a little part of him could. After-all, she had been in love with his brother. He just felt bad that she was in this situation. He knew she was so much better than this minor set-back. He really was asking too many questions. He knew everything he asked wouldn't get through really well. Not right now. But the fact that he could keep her talking was good. He felt better knowing that she hadn't blacked out. The shower was going to help too. It had to. This was the only solution he really knew at the moment. He had never had to do something like this before. Hopefully he wouldn't have to again, but Macey was a good friend and he'd help her out of millions of things. 

I can’t help it, I just want to be able to close every case… Time off? What is that exactly? I suppose a night might be okay, though. 

Okay, Brown. I'll make this simple for you. One night with me. That's all I ask. 

Yes, I suppose it does. But I’d rather that my head didn’t feel like it was going to depart from my neck… 

You work too hard. There's nothing wrong with it, by the way. But if it leads you to splitting headaches, maybe you should take some time off. At least for the night.

Hello again, Charming. The first one, of course. I live and breathe my work. 

Explains why your head would hurt.