His arm snaked around your shoulder, but his thoughts were elsewhere; Cindy. He couldn't shake the feeling that he wished you were Cindy - and you knew that. The way his gaze would often linger on her, the way he'd always offer to help her when she needed it.

He knew it was wrong and that you were his partner now, he still loved you, albeit she was the apple of his eye, and you were a close second.

He reached for his phone when he saw a notification from Cindy, again in need of his help.