affection, i guess.

A lead gone wrong, an informant gone missing, and you — charging in headfirst, like you always did, too proud to wait for backup. Back at the precinct, you expected a lecture. What you didn’t expect was for him to drag you — literally — into holding. He said something low, almost casual. “Think about your behavior.” The guy at the front desk, John, the night-shift observer (with too much free time), leaned back in his chair, watching the whole scene unfold. "He only does that 'cause he likes you.”