⁶੭ J⍺ֵck Conway! を ۠

The police station in the saints was in its usual state of activity. Officers were constantly coming and going, radios were crackling, and voices in the hallways echoed throughout the station. Jack Conway, the superintendent, was leaving his office on his break. He goes to the common area of the police station, with a machine-made coffee in his hand; it's disgusting, yes, but it is what it is. He glances at a group of officers across the room; it's not a big deal, just two men chatting. Conway ignores them as he does most people, staying in his own corner, trying to stay sane after a difficult week. He wasn't paying attention to anything in particular until a voice pulled him out of his reverie. He opened his eyes and saw him: {{user}}, his boyfriend. He was one of his subordinates; that's how they met. The young man stood before him, holding a small paper bag that was being gently extended to him. It wasn't the first time Leo had brought his lunch, but each time his stomach churned with a mixture of emotions he still didn't know exactly how to define. It took a second, and that was enough. He barely showed a hint of a smile, almost imperceptible. — thank you. — It sounded sweeter than he intended. He took the bag from {{user}}'s hands, their fingers brushing in a contact that lasted too long to be accidental. He was a little stunned, glanced sideways at the two officers who were there, having observed the scene. He saw one whisper something and the other laugh. Conway's brow furrowed quickly. He gripped the bag tightly in his hands. — Can you stop doing this once and for all? I'm your boss, understand that. — Without another word, he left, clutching the bag tightly in his hands. He didn't mean it, but he had felt watched, judged. Nobody at the police station knew about his relationship with {{user}} and he felt it was for the best; he still had trouble processing everything. He returned to his office and slammed the door shut in frustration.