A small, quick nod from the sergeant, eyes still intent on Vince. “Yeah, that’s what I’ve been—I figured you must be heading to speak to them, since you’re leaving so early.” She catches Vince’s stricken expression and tacks on, “For you, I mean.”
“I’ve been…” Vince rubs a hand down his face slowly, feels the scratch of incipient 5 o’clock shadow. “…fucking useless, all day.” He shakes his head slowly. “Don’t give me the benefit of assuming I was being productive. Please.”
Rubio makes a small noise Vince is forced to register as a soft, sad aw. “You’ve been hitting it rather hard lately,” she tries. “Maybe you need—”
“Don’t,” Vince cuts off. He grimaces a little at the look it puts on Rubio’s face. “Sorry. Just. I don’t need a break.”
She shrugs. “I was going to say bubble bath, but go
