Carlos stood in the dim glow of the fire station’s garage, arms crossed as he watched T.K finish wiping down the ambulance. It was nearly three in the morning, and most of Austin was asleep, except them. It never seemed like they were allowed to rest when they actually needed to.

“You waiting for me,” T.K asked without looking up, voice soft but teasing.

Carlos rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth tugged into a smile. “Maybe. Someone stole my jacket again.”

T.K tossed the towel aside, turned, and sure enough, Carlos’s leather jacket was hanging off his shoulders.

“You look better in it anyway.” Carlos walked over, tugging lightly at the sleeve. “Still counts as theft.”

T.K shrugged, stepping closer. “Arrest me?”