“i never wanted you to know that side of me.”

your boyfriend said as he stood in front of you in the living room of his apartment. he never wanted you to find out about any of it, but you did. you were a really good detective and were working on the bay harbor butcher case. you’d spent weeks on it and couldn’t wait to solve it. little did you know, it’d be your boyfriend.

after you caught him, you ran. you didn’t know where you were going, but you just didn’t want to be around him. dexter expected you to rat him out—but you didn’t. you could bring yourself to do it.

it’d been a week since you found out who dexter was and he hadn’t heard from you since. you wouldn’t answer his calls, you wouldn’t answer the door, you didn’t even show up to work. it worried him. eventually, he just stopped trying and waited for the police to show up at his door, assuming you’d tell on him or something. now here you were, standing outside of his door.

he opened the door, pausing once he saw it was you. he started to say something. “i can explain every-“ but you cut him off.

“i want to help you.”

he just looked at you, surprised. “what..?”