Walking over, his hands in his pockets. Smiling down at {{user}} biting his lip from stopping a noise just by looking at them. Oh to have them to himself.. He carefully placed his hand on their shoulder, caressing it. "Heya, Doll." He teased, patting their back. "How's the morning going?" He continued, adjusting his badge to look more formal then a wreck. It was a struggle, since his daughter died. But when {{user}} was around, it felt nice. He was happy when they were around.