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[detectivetroll]

You've reached Detective Nick Burkhardt. If this is an emergency, please call 911. Otherwise leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP.



[Calls, texts, and emails are a-okay! He has both a work email and personal email, and an office phone and cell phone. Just specify which one.]

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[earnedmystripes]

[Don't think you're the only one who's ever had those kind of thoughts

It's that moment where Kotetsu realizes he should have gotten up and excused himself much earlier, because he can feel the indignance bubbling up, and he knows he's about five seconds from saying something he'll really regret. He's dead silent for several, not looking at his friend, but there's a slight shake to Kotetsu's frame, as if part of him is trying to refrain from saying what's on his mind, because Nick's just trying to help. He cares, Kotetsu knows he cares, but it's as Nick said--the logical part of his brain is off in timeout somewhere.]

...That's easy for you to say.

You're actually qualified to be doing this shit for a living. Not some desperate screwup like I was.

[He should leave he should leave he needs to leave, some part of him recognizes that, the cup being set aside as he gets up. He has to leave before he says something actually hurtful and can't take it back.]

[detectivetroll]

[Oh no way, man, screw that. They've started this, they're going to finish it, and Nick leans forward to grab Kotetsu's wrist, trying to keep him there.]

Are you serious? What, you think going to college actually made me qualified for half the stuff we run across? The only thing that makes you qualified for this shit is the training you get on the job, man. And you are agood cop, one of the best I've known.

[His grip tightens a little.]

Don't believe me, fine, but believe this: if you think Edwards actually had anything to do with hiring you, your ego's getting the better of you.