the fixation he had on this case was likely taking its toll on everything else in his life—his relationship with raina included. it wasn't on purpose. far from it, actually. but whenever he got into the weeds of a story, nothing else existed to him. even back when his career had been more politically and economically focused (and draining years off his life), jagger could hardly remember anything else mattered until everything was wrapped up. and he knew—truly knew—that was unfair to his loved ones, his girlfriend especially. perhaps he ought to be grateful raina hadn't up and thrown him to the curb by now.
he can't help the way those nearly teasing words bring a small smile to his face. "not sure what the problem is; being a zombie in front of the computer is a journalistic art form. a staple to the craft, really," jagger tries to tease, voice quiet as he speaks. turning his head, he presses a quick kiss to her cheek. the perfume from whatever skincare she'd used that evening filled his nose, almost overwhelming. he had noticed that more and more lately when his brain could be bothered to be present around her. albeit puzzling, he never thought too hard on it. sliding the chair back from his desk to make room for her, jagger's arms loop around her waist, holding her securely against his chest. "unfortunately, it's my job," he reminds her, head dipping to press a kiss to her shoulder. "and in a case like this..." he trails off for a moment, staring blankly at the computer screen. "no such thing as too many eyes on a case when this kind of fucked up monster is still out there," jagger finishes in a whisper.
