Respect
"Why do you care, Barek? I don't know this kid. You don't know this kid. Wait, do you?" Logan shot his partner an eyebrow raise. Unsurprisingly, she took a minute to respond. It was one of the things he liked best and least about her; that pause where she actually thought about his question and what she was going to say. There were many things people accused him of through out the years, but patience and circumspection weren't any of them.
"No, I don't know Jimmy." She shook her head and crossed her arms as a brutally cold breeze blew down the street, spreading garbage and detritus equally along the pavement. "But he went out on a limb for us in there. He didn't need to answer our questions. And given the way his brother was shooting us looks?"
"Yeah, I didn't like the brother." He rubbed his hands together, a momentary warmth in the chilled Autumn evening. Winter was coming, like it did every year. "He was hiding something."
"Obviously." Barek pushed out of the doorway they'd ducked into, then waited as he did the same. She turned right, automatically taking the longer path back to the car; cutting around the park rather than through. "But Jimmy wasn't. He genuinely wanted to help. That's why I care."
"You give a damn because he gives a damn?"
Barek smiled then. Turned her face up to him and just smiled. "He has every reason to not trust us or respect us. Look at this neighborhood. No one here wants us. We're just cops looking to bust people. But Jimmy still talked. I respect him for that, and won't punish him for it."
And damn if that didn't make him feel old and like a complete shit. He nodded at her and drew a deep breath of autumn air. "Yeah. Respect. Ain't that a rarity?"
"Unfortunately."