"You made me stay." he whispers in her ear. His breath is warm, he's closer than what is considered normal. They walk out of the precinct, side by side. She wants to walk home, he keeps her company.
"What?" she manages, really low.
He offers her his arm, she shrugs, but takes it.
"This was going to be my last case," he says, his voice rising a little bit. "But you made me change my mind." He glances at her and smiles sweetly, she is so close. He's surprised she hasn't pulled back yet.
She turns to face him. They stop walking and untangle their arms.
"I don't understand-" she starts, he cuts her off. "Yes you do."
She's about to deny and act confused. But decides it's time to stop. Instead she nods, gives him that shy but knowing smile. He likes this one, makes her look guilty of something.
"I'm glad. And I'm sorry." she means it, she hopes he can tell.
He looks taken aback. Like he was expecting her to keep up the charade. She doesn't blame him. But he needs to understand that she's trying, that he's waiting for something real.
So she takes his hand.
Pulls it, so he starts walking with her. He squeezes it and follows.