This is a work of fanfiction, for entertainment purposes only. The characters and concepts of Hardcastle and McCormick do not belong to me, but to their creators.
A/N: An answer to the recent drabble challenge.
Perspective
by
Cheride
"You know, kiddo, some of your friends are real airheads." The judge turned out the porch light and headed for the den.
"And some of them are real donkeys," McCormick said shortly, following behind.
"Ah, you still sore about the 'Vette? What are ya? Jealous?"
McCormick thought about Teddy Hollins for a moment: barely settled from being released, ratty apartment, no car, busing dishes for a living, and the best friend he had in the world couldn't meet him for a beer without a chaperone.
He settled down into an armchair with a small smile. "Nope. Not jealous at all."
