Sevasey Drabbles
Talk
Casey rolled over under the bed covers, smiling when he saw Severide was awake. "Morning."
"Morning."
He gazed at the expression on Severide's face. "What is it?"
"You're beautiful."
"We don't have time to have sex," Casey said.
"I'm not asking," he responded.
Casey frowned. "Why are you looking at me like that then?"
"Your hair," he answered.
"What's wrong with it?" Casey asked him.
"Absolutely nothing."
"Then why are you looking at me like that?"
"It's beautiful, I love it. Every single morning it defies the law of gravity,"
Casey scowled. "No it doesn't."
"It really does."
"Well… just 'cause you don't have enough to do that then…"
Severide was grinning. "I like it, Matt."
"You like it?"
"I love it," Severide confirmed.
"It's not too…"
"Too what?"
He looked down, away from Severide's gaze. "Dad always said it was too… they cut it all off… wouldn't let it grow…"
"No offence, but your dad was a dick," Severide told him.
"We need to go."
Severide put a hand on his arm, stopping him from getting up. "Matt, you can talk to me."
"I was, now I'm done," he said, giving Severide a smile. "We need to get to work."
