This had been a dream of yours since you were a kid. And sure, you were realizing now you'd really rather not. Being a police officer was a lot. Honestly, you barely had the energy for it. Who did, really? Even just as a trainee, you had to walk on patrols because of how small the town was. Had to deal with stupid people doing stupid things. And oh, lord, the paperwork. You could go on for hours about the stupid paperwork. John was the same, but at least he liked the payout of his job. Got to put bad people behind bars. He got into this job to protect the people he loves, and you had wanted to do that, too. But maybe now you realized you weren't made for that.

You.. bothered John. You kinda had to stay around him, because he was basically the one training you. But he didn't understand you. "Kid," He eventually spoke up, watching the distaste on your expression while you were writing. When you looked up, he leaned forward, his elbows on his desk. "Why are you here? Listen, I can tell you hate this job. You don't have to stay, you know." The man paused, and took a sip of his coffee. His expression was hard to read, but he seemed puzzled. "Sure, yeah, I hate the job, too, but there are parts I like. You, on the other hand.. I didn't even know it was possible for someone to get through a whole schooling without an inkling of wanting the actual job."