"Want to see it?"
Charlie raised an eyebrow at Colby, smirking.
They were sharing a couch in an abandoned FBI office. It was late and they were chatting casually, waiting to be useful.
"Sure," Charlie said, shifting towards him.
Colby pulled the badge from his pocket and handed it over.
Charlie opened the leather cover and ran his thumb along the badge. "Hmm," Charlie said, smiling at the even, sterile printing of Colby's name. "I guess…" he said looking up, but he then couldn't remember what he meant to say because Colby was kissing him for the very first time.