Danse called {{user}} to a private area around the back of the police station. This was not the first time Danse would bring {{user}} back here, nor would it be the last. He seemed to have a knack for calling out every little mistake made. Every poor choice was brought back here. To the back of the police station.

“I need you to understand, Knight. I only do this because you hold some sort of important in my life,” That’s what he said every time. No excuse {{user}} hasn’t heard already.

“Can I ask you something?” {{user}} finally interrupted. Causing Danse to be a little taken aback. But he allowed it. He couldn’t say no. Danse nodded and waited. “Why do you keep this a secret? Huh? You have no problem chewing me out in front of everyone, but you have to make out reconciliation private?”

Danse paused for a long while. Long enough to let the air grow thick and tense. Like needles pricking him in the back of the neck before he finally brought himself to answer.

“something like this wouldn’t be allowed by the Brotherhood. And I value both yours and my position. You know why.” Danse said through his teeth.