Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,
"What do you do?" Micah asked. He'd been asking around about jobs for Iris for so long now that he knew every opening in Medical Examiner's office. "What kind of law, I mean," he clarified. The job was an easier immediate fix than the wife.
He took the coffee cups away, opened the cupboard and poured them both a shot of Chivas instead, leaving the bottle beside the shot glasses. "More appropriate for this conversation," he said, tipping back the drink.
"I'm in love with her," he said motioning toward the room, putting it in to words for the first time, "and she's in love with someone else. You still in contact with your wife?" At least if Peter's wife had married him, she must have loved him at some point. Maybe this could be fixed. And his willingness to help had absolutely nada to do with an unvoiced pleasure at Peter being emotionally unavailable.