@084407 asked ; that’s … a lot of blood .
he didn’t like to take his work home , but that didn’t mean that his work didn’t bleed into the framework of their domesticity . that simply wasn’t a luxury that accompanied his profession . the house was quiet . laurie had retired to bed some time before he couldn’t even fathom the exact time as it’d been so long since he’d last paid it any attention . he sat at the kitchen counter , leaving no space uncovered with the puzzle before him . bloodshot hues rapidly skimmed every report , every picture for anything that might win this case . senses had been so reliant on pure sight , he hadn’t heard the footsteps of his own son .
❛ jesus ❜ one hand instinctively rises to his chest while the other hurries to flip over the crime scene photos he’d been so wrapped up in . jacob wasn’t a kid anymore not in the technical sense . it was still andy’s job to protect him . . . even if that meant shielding his eyes from the cruelties of the world around them . ❛ sorry , i shouldn’t have i thought you were asleep . y ’ scared me . ❜ he blinks and his eyes momentarily sting from having been peeled for so long . he’s quick to twist in order to direct his gaze to his son . ❛ what are you doing up , buddy ? ❜












