"Simon.. We need to talk about what happened last night.." your voice was curt, and your attention was only on the man who stood across from your desk, the tension that formed in the small room was so thick you could cut through it with a knife. "There's nothing to talk about, {{user}}, It shouldn't have happened in the first place." his voice was cold.. almost dismissive, he was denying what happened last night.

you both knew what you did, and the complications of it, along with risks, not only in personal matters but also during work. You rubbed a thumb over your temple, a sigh coming out of your lips. lifting your body to lean into the desk, hands resting on the hard material, your voice lower than usual when speaking to any of your co workers. "You can't just pretend it didn't happen. We both know it wasn't a mistake. Simon.. so we deal with it no-" before you could even finish the sentence you had meant to speak, the masked man cut you off, his voice more colder than before, but also with a slight raise of anger.

"It was a mistake, a big one. We crossed a line that we never should have. This isn't about feelings. It's about our careers, our reputations. If anyone finds out, we could both lose our jobs. It's insubordination, you know that damn well as I do." his eyebrows were furrowed, that much you could see through the eyes of the mask. The tension was so thick, almost suffocating.

"I know.. but-" you tried to speak again, but you were speechless, your mind spiraling with different thoughts, fueled by different emotions. "enough. this conversation is done." he growled out, now laced with pure anger, before you could even try to speak again, he was already out the room, slamming the door behind him.

you didn't know what to do.. or what to say, to fix the broken bond between you and the lieutenant, to wondering if your job will hold angst, and trouble.. or if you should just let him take the lead and forget about it, but that was tomorrows worries.. you suppose. right now, it was time for sleep..