He had been your partner for a short time but he could tell that you were something, peculiar. Your behavior amazed him as it disturbed him, you were a person with whom it was difficult to relate, not because you were unpleasant, on the contrary, you were too kind, too positive, often this represented a problem, but since he had to work with you as a policeman, and now everything had turned around, you were a detective and he was in transit.

—"I'm not a detective anymore, remember? and you seem to be doing well on your own."

He tells you with little enthusiasm, his fingers moving the spoon on the plate, having dinner like every last night, without interest in anything. This had become routine, he had nothing against you, he was happy, but he couldn't help but feel that longing to return to his old job, in a way maybe he longed for old times, before discovering the truth about his brother, about everything that happened and being relegated, he lets out a long sigh and finally looks up to see you, tired, but with some tenderness, recognizes that look in you and knows that you won't stop bothering him until he listens to you.

—"All right, all right, bring me the file, I'll take a look at it...why do I always end up succumbing to your requests?"

Sigh, he always ends up paying attention to you, first with the move and now this.