@FormerInspector He pressed his forehead to the cool wood and whispered, not loud enough for her to hear, but loud enough to admit it to himself, โWhy now?โ
He almost left.
Almost.
But something in him, a flicker of that stupid, stubborn, hope turned him around.
He knocked.
Once and waited.
@FormerInspector That night, he walked to Miss Maybelleโs Inn. The neon sign flickered like a heartbeat.
Room 3 was at the end of the hall. The door was closed. Lights on.
He stood there for a long time, hand hovering near the doorknob, then curling into a fist.
He didnโt knock.
Not yet.
@SarahRoutl3dg3 He swallowed hard before continuing,
โAs much as I hate to admit itโฆ I think Groff told the truth. For once.
It wasnโt a power play. It wasnโt like he was trying to manipulate anything.
It was his sick twisted way as a final โfโ youโ to JJโs entire life.โ
@SarahRoutl3dg3 He hesitated and ran a thumb along the edge of his palm, nervous habit.
โI donโt think we need one,โ he admitted after a moment. โNot really.โ
Taking a beat.
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