[Blake collapses heavily into his chair. He leans his elbows on his desk, and his head falls into his hands. His voice comes out plaintive enough to be ashamed of, if he had anything left to give.]
You can't do that when every time you try, they leave too.
[Blake isn't a man who makes connections easily. There's guys back at the precinct that he's worked with for years who he's barely ever said more than "hello" to.]
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You can't do that when every time you try, they leave too.
[Blake isn't a man who makes connections easily. There's guys back at the precinct that he's worked with for years who he's barely ever said more than "hello" to.]
There's weird and there's just fucked up.