Chapter 2 - Sweet Dreams
When Kent was younger, he used to dream of the perfect life. He was a great detective, working for the best crime team in London or maybe even Britain. He dealt with really dangerous criminals and worked on fasinating cases.
He had a big house with lots of expensive items in it. An enormous TV, a huge bedroom with a king-size bed in it, an ensuit attatched. He had a loving relationship with someone he loved dearly.
Someone to keep him warm on a night. Someone who would always be there for him when he's had a bad day. Someone to call his own.
Kent wakes up. He scans the room around him.
Small room in a shabby flat. In the living room, there is a small TV, not entirely good but it's handy. It's not like he watches it much anyway.
He is a detective, but he only works for a small team in Whitechapel. They do work dangerous cases, but they're not always successful.
He turns his head to look at the sleeping figure beside him. At least he has the loving relationship he's always wanted. They have their ups and downs, but who doesn't. As long as he knows that his feelings are reciprocated, and that he has someone he can call "honey", "love", "babes"... "Sir"...