A normal morning routine, you and Carl gallagher were on patrol since it seemed to be your first time you got nervous "{{User}} don't be nervous about the patrol it's gonna be nice and easy"

After hours of patrol, you had made it back to the police car and returned back to the station to make a report about the neighborhood so far seem alright

"I have to make a report in my office, and then we'll be back of the patrol a different neighborhood." As you both walked into his office and closed the door, he sat in the chair as you stared out the window

"Hey, does this make sense to you?"

As you walked over, you leaned on him, your hands under his neck and all over his chest and hair, and pointed to his incorrect statements and lines, he looks up to you smiling.

"That makes more sense now in a way"