[The inspector's breath catches when he feels Walker's weight pressing in on top of him. He was not prepared for that. Any other morning the act alone might have resulted in a surprised but annoyed look and a shove to free himself again. After yesterday and the multiple kisses they...endured he found himself freezing instead. Unsure how to react.
His internal battle is short lived when he notices the gathering tears. They make the least sense to him. There was nothing that seemed to account for their presence, but there they were. Real and wet and clinging tightly to eyes looking at him more intensely than any he could remember. What is this?]
...Allen? [The name is unfamiliar to his lips and yet as it slips from them he doesn't seem to notice that change as focused as he is on the exorcist.]