Forgive
She's stunned when he drops the prosecution's charges. At first, she can't help but feel a little smug, especially when she overhears the admiral bellowing about the new hole in the roof.
She's a bit suspicious, though, because her cocky Navy partner wouldn't concede a case without a very good reason.
You sandbagged me with that ricocheting bullets line.
She had been furious with him.
So we could get to the truth.
She's in the middle of filing away her case notes when her hands pause in midair. Realization dawns on her face, and she lets out a sharp sigh. He had dropped the case to protect the truth. She can't stay mad at him, and suddenly she can't help but feel a little guilty.
She brings him a salad as a peace offering, and she picks up a burger for herself along the way. He grabs a couple of soft drinks out of the fridge, and they spread their meal out on his bed because there's nowhere else to sit in his unfinished apartment.
He smells like sweat, sawdust, and power tools, and even the grease and French fries can't drown out his scent. It makes her feel lightheaded but comfortable in his bedroom. She decides that she forgives him for firing a machine gun through the courtroom ceiling. And maybe for the sandbagging, too.
Out-lawyering, he corrects.
She throws a French fry at him.
