"Yeah, and what games do you play?" Travis asked, even if from the report he'd been given, it was the type of games that he'd stopped while in Narc. Still reports were nice and well, but they never gave you the full picture. It was a lot more important to talk to people and see first hand.
He laced his fingers together rubbing his palm with his thumb. "Yeah, I guess you got me there. I'm usually a lot more relaxed with my partner around. Now, I know that he can shoot and well. Not that he's as good as me, but he's damn good. You? Well, I doubt you're even a bit as good as he is. He's also much better looking than you are and looking at his ass is much more enjoyable." What the hell was he saying? He'd never found Wes attractive and still didn't, but rich spoiled kids who started dares made him do stupid things, like saying that Wes was attracted. Thank God the man wasn't here.
He ignored the smoke and smiled. "I'm not working. I'm being nice, because- because I know what it means to arrive somewhere where you're nobody. You're not my assignment, you're not my job, but I grew up in the streets, long before becoming a cop, and even back then, it was about watching each other's back, being friends. So I'll just assume that the suspicion is your default, because of your parents, and you're a little confused on how things work here, or in the real world. It happens, but we can forget about it and try this again, you know without the assumptions, 'cause I didn't think you were going to ditch me and I'm not working, but if you'd rather go to town with someone else." He gestured toward the door. "Someone will play bodyguard if they have to."