#(( if they run into paparazzi vin is wholly ready to break a camera the *second* connor asks him to ))

[patchworkpoett]

ANSWERED   //   from CONNOR   >>   @detectiveconnor​

Send behind closed doors for my muse’s reaction to being asked about your muse.

"You know Detective Connor, right?"

Vin turns toward the voice - there's a young woman sitting at Connor's currently empty desk. He tenses.

"Why?" He demands. If this is another reporter trying to encroach on Connor's personal life so help him god he will throw hands -

"He's on my case," The woman says, and Vin relaxes.

"Oh." He gives a gentle grin. "Congratulations.'

"Sorry?"

"On your case. If Connor is on it then it'll end well. Or as best as it possibly can. He's one of our best - might even be the best," Vin says, considering. He hadn't thought of it before, but now that he had, he knows it's true.

"He seems ... distant," She says, and Vin can clock the worry in her posture from a mile away.

"He's private," He corrects, scooting his chair closer so that he doesn't have to talk across the desks. "Connor is ... intelligent. He's analytical. He likes his job. He might seem distant to some, or closed off, but he's just ... independent, really. But all of that is just the surface layer. You might not believe it, but he's one of the most passionate men I've ever met. He just doesn't let that passion control him - it drives him, makes him capable, smart, kind when he needs to be. That passion is his work. He likes what he's doing, he likes solving cases like yours, helping people, making this city grow for the better. Trust me,"

Vin puts a hand on her shoulder.

"I'd trust him with my life. I have. You couldn't have a better man helping you."

“You’re friends with him?”

“Yes,” Vin smiles, brightly, wrinkles crinkling around his eyes. “I am. ...Very lucky. And so are you.”