The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.
Mahatma Ghandi
"Bro! We got a fresh one, down on Lexington and 51st. Lanie's there already, Castle and Beckett are on their way. Let's go!" Javier Esposito's voice rings out through the 12th precinct, directed at his partner in the break room.
"Alright, but I'm driving!" Kevin Ryan replies, an amused smile playing across his lips as he hears his partner scoff.
"Yeah right! You drove last time! It's my turn now, besides…" Esposito scanned his and Ryan's desks for the keys, snatching them up quickly from beside his computer as Ryan walks back out into the precinct with his coffee. "…I've got the keys."
Ryan and Esposito fall in step beside each other as they head towards the elevators, slinging on jackets to protect against the bitter cold wind that was ripping through New York during an unseasonably cold spring.
"Last time didn't count! As I remember, you were the one who offered my driving services 'cause you had a sore wrist!"
"So does count bro. Just like that level on Halo that you-"
"Oh no way! You distracted me! I failed that level because of your inability to eat chips quietly."
"You failed that all on your own bro. Don't worry, I won't drive too fast." Esposito turns and grins at his partner beside him, amused at the defeated look on Ryan's face.
Kevin sighs dramatically, but smiles back at his partner, happy to be able to bicker with him again. "Whatever, but I'm driving next time!"
Esposito laughs, and then becomes serious. "Hey, Kevin…I'm glad we're okay. I was lost without you bro."
Ryan shrugs, "We're brothers. Brother's forgive each other."