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@kamipyre | ♥

"I tried to dabble in forensics myself," for a creature so adamant on claiming he hates the mere notion of leaving a mark, Patrick sure can't keep from touching. Small grazes along surfaces, the innocent nudge of his forefinger against an object on a desk to have it turn and reveal a different side of itself, never picking something up, never disturbing the positioning, but grazing, dragging, gaining a feel for being alive in the same room as whatever he's surrounded by.

The only thing he picks up freely are pamphlets.

This one is boring.

Graphic design may be someone's passion here, but the LAPD certainly wasn't, or they would have come up with something more... engaging.

He lifts his head, smiles. Gentle and miles from the perpetrator, hunter of his past. Miss Nakamura is no threat, no prey, a woman with a glint in her eyes that reveals whatever reasons he might have had to step into her shoes will never burn as brightly as hers.

The kind of people who have gotten really good at living with their shadows, chains, weights, past.

Or who think they have.

Up to debate, she'll portray it soon enough.

"Though I imagine for the wrong reasons, compared to yours...?" an open-ended question, a request to peek minutely into her mind. Just because.

Because he can't help it, because he'll always care, and fight against it.

He returns the pamphlet.