#ic; divinity

[sms] I have. It was mostly urine. Not human

[sms] I thought you were having a movie night. Why are you in a grocery store?

[sms] Rat? Dog?

[sms] Thank you for making Hank pay btw

ANSWERED     //     @detectiveconnor​   >>   CONNOR!   asked   VIN!

"How do you feel about Thai food?"

"Extremely positive." He's thinking about rice now.  And pineapple. Bell peppers. And . . . now he wants to cook stir fry.

"God, I miss Thailand. Lived in Bangkok for two years. Best two years. . ." Ori would have been about seven, Kip was still in the house, probably . . . 10 or 11. Rosa still loved him and life was good. Good years, good food.

Of everyone who had asked, Connor was perhaps least certain about Detective Tserendorj. It was not that Connor was necessarily trying to 'get away' with the murder; he had killed a man, deliberately, and if there were someone among his friends who wanted to draw a line there and have him arrested he probably would not have gone along with it, because he had things to do, but he would have understood the decision to at least try. But Divinity... Connor did not know how he would take it. He supposed he (Connor) did not have the background knowledge enough to take a guess. Was this going to cost them something? He would not lie on the face of it, anyway, so really it did not matter. All of this, thought in a single cycle of his LED, a breath that did not even flicker. Connor himself breathed, level headed. Not afraid and not angry and not vindictive in the least. It had been out of his hands; he'd made the decision entirely on his own but that decision his decision) would have been the same in any set of similar circumstances regardless of who happened to be in the centre of them. Plainly, "The options I had weren't ideal." He had... there was a lot more to this than that, but it was truthful, anyway. For clarity's sake, he nodded, not at all looking to dodge the truth of it: "I killed him."

He's not really asking because he isn't sure if Connor did it. The bullet, the timing, Connor's presence nearby. The way he hadn't started investigating the scene but simply stood there as if he already understood. It's easy enough to put together.

What he's really asking is: are you going to tell me?

The answer, it seems is yes, which puts Vin in a rather difficult position. His loyalty to his friend is always going to win when placed against any organization, even the government that he serves. For a detective, in truth, he cares very little of what the law has claimed as right and wrong. He doesn't really serve politicians or any of the documents they've forged. He serves the people. He serves his people.

ANSWERED     //     from CONNOR   >>   @detectiveconnor​​

SEND ☕ TO GIVE MY MUSE A CUP OF TEA.​

Vin doesn't even notice the foreign mug on his desk at first - which is a clear signal to how tired he really is. He'd been up late a few nights in a row working on a case, (and he hadn't admitted it to anyone yet, but nightmares had been keeping him from sleeping when he did have the time.) It's really amazing how drastically a lack of sleep can destroy a mind, Vin thinks, as he finally notices the mug, wondering what the fuck it's doing there. A fully lucid Vin would've deducted the cause immediately - Hank's at home, so it's Connor. 1, 2, 3, simple. Right now -

"Connor?" Vin raise the mug in question, silently asking if it was from him. Of course it was from him - his brain just kicked in.

"Uh, thanks," he says, trying to switch tactics. It's already too late. The tea itself is a sign that Connor had noticed his offness. It's tea, not coffee, the universal sign of you need to calm down.

The subtle message kind of sinks in at the moment.

"I need to go home," Vin realizes outloud, and internally, he realizes he doesn't want to. He's just going to have nightmares again. He's going in circles.

He puts his fingers to his temples, trying to suppress a headache. He's too old for this, really. He's gotta find a way out of this cycle.

CLOSED STARTER     //     for CONNOR   >>   @detectiveconnor​​

He has no idea how to approach Connor about this so he ends up sending a text. They are in the same room. This does not matter.

He begins with a screenshot - the Google results for "theodore meaning" the results of which read "noun. a male given name: from a Greek word meaning "gift of God."

He follows it with a text.

>> i don't know how i feel about the greeks but at this point it's practically the same name, right?

Deletes it. Rewrites it.

>> opinions?

Nope.

>> my mom gave me one thing and i want to keep it but it sucks, sos

He fully wrote that one aware that he was not going to send it.

Fuck it.

>> opinions?

"Would you like a me-day?" Connor asked this question openly, and with interest. He had participated in the office party for Detective Tserendorj's birthday last year, and typically me-days were an Android custom (the office never held a celebration for them, which suited Connor fine), but... he *had* thought of the date, just now. The thought was one he was considering. It wasn't an offer, yet, just a request for information - was that something Vin would enjoy?

"I -" He hesitates, considering. Not a no, but certainly not a resounding yes. "It would be cool," He allows. "I don't think I'd feel comfortable with having two days a year, though. I'd have to remove my birthday. Which is fine."

So yes, he would like a me-day. Why did Connor ask? Did he want to give him one?

ANSWERED     //     from CONNOR   >>   @detectiveconnor​

 "No," a change of routine - "thanks. I'm headed a different direction." Sometimes he, Vin and the Lieutenant would stop off at a cafe together on the way home (Connor enjoyed the company), because they lived in the same direction. It had happened. Today, Hank didn't even look up for Connor's answer as he went to collect his jacket (he knew Connor was not coming) - when Vin looked up to question, Connor clarified, "I moved." (From Hank, from afar: "He's living with his boyfriend.")

"I can offer a hug. C'mere, Vin!" And arms are held out. 

 Oh, this is a chance. Vin is up in a second and immediately puling Mobius into the biggest, bear-est, dad-est hug he can manage. It's almost competitive - Mobius has good hugs, but maybe he can do better. Hugs are just . . . nice. for everyone involved. This is great. Warm.