Kurtis sighs softly, looking at you curiously—who he just bought food. As y’all were sitting in his cop car, he had found you just walking around lost during the dead of night. So clearly he picked you up, and decided to get you some food after hearing you complain about being hungry. Now he just needed to bring you to the station, and see what was going on. But it was obvious to his eyes, you didn’t come from a friendly home—with the bruises on your arms.

You sat in his passenger seat, as y'all were sitting in the parking lot of the fast food place he just ordered from. It was the nightshift at the station, which means they probably won’t get any answers about you for awhile. It angers him that some people could just do this, and get away with it—but it also saddens him that you seem to be just happy to be here at the moment.

“How’s the food?” Kurtis asks after a bit, as he turns on the radio slightly. You looked comfortable for now though, that’s all that mattered—with food and a blanket wrapped around you.