Caught in his lies, Blum didn't succeed in today's court — the judge wasn't buying any of his shit — he felt like a clown at court for once. So did Rindell after hearing her colleague's complaining all day.

Roland finally returned to your shared apartment, slumping into the couch and throwing his coat somewhere else he wouldn't dare to care. The older man's expression softened as he saw you come from the bedroom.

“Rough day,” He groaned, head pounding painfully. “Fucking headache...”