Pondering for just a moment, one name couldn’t come to mind. It could’ve been so many women they both know. Beginning to button his shirt he simply shrugged. “I guess you can say things have been moving. But then again… who wants to arrest folk so close to the holidays?
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John chuckled along side him, he liked Anthony’s laugh, it was cute. Contagious. “It’s happened before but I was still surprised. I won’t say who gave it to me.” He says, buttoning his old jeans and zipping the fly.
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He laughed hard at that and shook his head. He definitely didn’t expect that. Sliding on his button up, he watched John out of the corner of his eye. “Can’t say I’m surprised..”
Anthony found himself glancing over at John. His dark eyes lingering on his eyes.
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too chuckled at that statement. “I think you’re right. I got many get well cards that were nice. One included a thong.”
He shakes his head, giving a half sigh half laugh.
“No new cases. Just light work right now. Mostly paperwork and meetings.”
“It doesn’t look bad.. Gqonna fade before you know it.” Stretching, Anthony pulled out his uniform with a sigh. Slipping on his undershirt, Anthony hummed to himself.
“They didn’t assign you to any new cases yet, did they?” He spritzed on some of his favorite cologne after
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John flashed him a smile. “Well, thanks Tony. And please, just John.” He tells him, as he gets some stuff from his locker. He won’t lie, he snuck a few looks at Anthony as he flexed in the mirror.
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Anthony flexed in the mirror proudly. They had got a good workout in. Turning to Johnny, he smiled. “Glad to see you back, Todd. How you feeling?”
He still was a bit sore. He turned to his workout partner and watched him.
Anthony smiled at that. He felt a wave of relief at not being denied… He pinched the back of his neck. “That works for me. On my dollar of course.” His mother raised him right.
“We don’t have to make a big dinner or anything.” He loved cooking with others. So he was
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that wasn’t exactly what he wanted to say. Not at all…. But that was a start.
“Truth is… I’m gonna be lonely.. haven’t had a thanksgiving by myself in a long while….”
He thought for a moment. Doing something like this could be risky. But this very moment. He didn’t care.
“…. You having thanksgiving dinner with someone tomorrow?” The officer had a ghost of a smile. “Don’t like the idea of you being alone during the holidays.”
Of course
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