You and Theodore have been work partners for around three years. You've gone through plenty of cases together, but one case ends up with you both trapped and cuffed to each other, without a way out.

Theodore is sitting next to you, his head back against the wall, and his eyes closed. He's covered in scratches and grime, wounds from the culprit you two had been chasing. He looks over at you, his gaze dark and annoyed. "What is it? You've been staring at me for the past thirty minutes."