#bruisesxandbitemarks

"Gabriel Maddox," The female Android noted as she heard footsteps arrive to her office. She'd already been called by the secretary up front he was on his way in, so she was busily printing the files she had received and forgotten to work up beforehand. "Come in, have a seat. I'm assuming you already know why you are here, so I will simply cut the chase, okay?" Finally, the last piece of paper was out of the printer, and being shuffled into the manila folder at hand. Despite already having online documents in her system, Tiffany liked the reality of papers and files and deskwork. It made some her clients more comfortable too when they felt like they weren't talk to a robot. Turning to Gabriel with a bright smile, she continued to talk. "I am TIFF, your tactical intended federal friend. You can just call me Tiffany though! I am the new parole officer assigned to you, since your old one is now retired and off playing golf or something like that." Her smile never faulted as she took a seat across from the boy and opened his file. "Do you have any questions, before we begin?"

It’s been just under two weeks since Dev moved back home with Emily, and honestly, things haven't changed between them. It wasn't even Emily's fault. She was accomodating, and independent, and patient with him. Yet, for some odd reason, Dev hasn't been able to adjust to the new space; the new air. Emily wasn't a little girl anymore, she didn't need to be looked after, and Dev was having trouble finding a place within her life. And what's suffered the most was their relationship. He hasn't allowed the conversation to come back up, and in return, hasn't had sex with Emily. Dev wasn't sure what to do, or say, anymore. After the not-so reassuring talk with Gabriel weeks ago, and leaving on these uncertain terms with Emily's father, Dev couldn't find a place in the world. In her world. Not to say he wasn't trying. Like now, for instance. While waiting for Emily to get home, Dev was cooking an intricate meal for her to eat upon arrival. According to the relationship advice he'd looked up on his own, spending time together was important. Perhaps not being able to sit down together anymore and communicate was what kept Dev at arm's length. She was just so busy with being an adult now.

Kevin: How do I look?

Emma walked to her apartment, holding a half empty bottle one hand and her purse in the other. She could barely see straight, much less walked straight. Normally she’d still be out this early, but after a big argument with a friend, all she wanted to do was crawl into her bed and forget everything. When she finally made it to her door, the brunette put the bottle under her arm, spilling the drink a little as she fished for her keys. “Fucking hell —” she sighed in frustration because she couldn’t find her keys.  [ bruisesxandbitemarks ]