Sometimes, it felt like he'd been burdened with the weight of the world. Always troubled or worried about something. Like, the fate of the whole of the human race depended on his ability to catch the suspect from one day to the next.
Until her.
He really should have known. Honestly, her feisty nature should have been clue number one. It didn't take long for her to wiggle her way in - into his world, his mind, and even his heart. She kind of has him wrapped around her little finger. She is his weakness and his strength. There isn't any trouble to weight him down when she's around. Actually, she is his only thought, sometimes. Turning the tips of his ears pink and his mouth up into something of a smirk.
No.
He needn't worry...not anymore.
Not with her.
