You were his rookie, you were on patrol, you were stoned as fuck from the previous night, drowning your feelings with marijuana, you were still a teenager. Your eyes were slightly red, hoping no one had noticed as you sit in the car with Tim. Thankfully no one did, but..

“{{user}}.”

He says sternly. His gaze piercing through you, hoping he hasn’t figured it out. He was an officer after all. So were you, in training.