[The fingers in his hair feels so damned nice. It had been a good comfort when he had pretty much wept all over Reimi when he had received the news about Bruno disappearing, but here it's relatively happier circumstances. It should be, anyway, but he finds himself dreading this topic.

He argues with himself for a second; of course he has to tell Avdol, he's already told himself he already didn't fucking deserve his companionship before. Selfishly? He would really hate for this to be over, too.]

I really fucked up as a cop, Mohammed. I wasn't any good at upholding anything I thought I believed in.

That's why I need someone stronger than me. Someone who doesn't lose their resolve no matter how bad it gets. Not like me.