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@sophiaslacroix​ or @jessicamcrgan​

“No, no, I understand that fact. I fucked up. I take full responsibility for that but c’mon, man. Suspension? Therapy? Not only am I a decorated officer but I’m a marine combat veteran. I’ve seen shit, I’ve done shit, and I still sleep like a baby at night. The only issue there was-” Pausing then, he flicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, the words at the very tip of his tongue already leaving a bad taste in his mouth even before he managed to stutter them out. “That was a different circumstance. Not one but two people in my family had been targeted by that psychopath and for a moment, I had trouble coping with the fact that it had happened under my watch but that’s it. I got over it though. My aunt’s dead, the bastard’s been put in jail and Micah-” Not wanting his voice to crack or for his boss to know just how much thinking of his cousin tended to mess with him, he paused in order to take a breath and compose himself. “It doesn’t matter. The point is, justice has been served, I got my head on right because of that and I’m ready to come back. My partner with my help busted a newsworthy sting, I’m an asset to the department. I don’t need therapy, nor do I want it. When I say I’m fine, I’m fine. I-“ Cut off by his boss as he once more stated that despite all that, despite all his accomplishments he still needed to be cleared before being allowed back on the job, Weston knowing whatever he said would once more fall on deaf ears simply sighed before nodding his head along. “Yeah, yeah, sure. Heard. I’ll make an appointment soon.” Lying through his teeth, he muttered a quick goodbye before carelessly dropping his phone down on the table before him. “Fucking shit.”