🚬 * ﹕ㅤㅤ when the last time he slept? yesterday? a couple of days ago? it didn't even matter because one he had his attention fixated on something, fallon couldn't really stop until he had discovered a big lead or breakthrough on a case. the current file? a man with only a fragmented recollection of the last month, and believed that he was under the control of a miracle he described to be a middle-aged man in a black suit, whose skin turned the same color of red cabbage whenever he spoke a command or suggestion. and memory might be a fickle thing, especially one stitched up for scraps, but fallon could hear the fear and confusion in that man's voice, how he just wanted to believe he wasn't crazy. and that was all fallon needed to to commit himself to find the purple bastard. and for the last twenty hours, or maybe twenty-six, he'd been scouring the police database ( with stolen credentials ) to find similar cases, daylight becoming dusk becoming dawn, and then camilo was already back while he still hadn't left his desk. " had a good sleep? " fallon asked as soon as the other walked into the office, giving camilo a quick glance before he sipped on his third cup of coffee in the last day, lukewarm at this point with how he kept on getting distracted. " and please tell you got laid, like i told you to do. at least one of us needs to get some ' round here. " @heroescue
