[He almost offers. It's almost there. He's never been one for that sort of thing; collecting data, figuring out the whys and what ifs of a politically charged situation. If he was honest with himself, it's because he doesn't have a knack for it. He doesn't have a knack for understanding how other people think.
But she looks so tired.
A siren screams below them and he starts, snapping on his night vision to peer over the edge at a car careening down the streets, taking sidewalks and running red lights to avoid the two cruisers on its tail.]
...duty calls. I'll tag 'em, you bag 'em? [And he takes a few steps back before running right over and down the side of the building.
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But she looks so tired.
A siren screams below them and he starts, snapping on his night vision to peer over the edge at a car careening down the streets, taking sidewalks and running red lights to avoid the two cruisers on its tail.]
...duty calls. I'll tag 'em, you bag 'em? [And he takes a few steps back before running right over and down the side of the building.
Later. He'll talk to her about it later.]