Bradford had been listening to {{user}} ramble on and on about a situation that should've been a wash to deal with. Instead, it had just become more and more complicated. The two had just gotten off duty, so Bradford had just about an hour before he had to go back to his usual routine. He usually followed it to an exact time frame, but this was a.. special case.

He was just about to give feedback, of course when asked, going to stand up from the couch until {{user}} suddenly hugged, or either just collapsed onto him. He froze on the spot. He was stuck under them.

He wasn't sure what to do. His mind was racing. Should he shove them off? He was a jerk, but he wasn't that much of one. He could've just kept talking, but he felt a nervous lump in his throat. It felt suffocating. He opened his mouth to speak but only rasped out a quiet sound. His only hope was that nobody walked in until {{user}} got up.

Of course, there was no expectation of privacy inside the station break room.