Feeling.

Fire

Win has been talking about his car for the past ten minutes. Bright tries not to laugh at the boy ability to rant. "That thing is my baby. I've been so good to him. And this is how he repays me!? He just breaks down?"

Bright rolls his eyes. "Do you want me to look at it, Metawin?"

It's nearing four in the afternoon, and he's so exhausted it's ridiculous. Only a few more hours until their shift ends.

"You know something about cars?" Win asks with a look of sheer doubt on his face.

"Hey, I know enough to get by. Do you want me to look at it or not?" he asks.

Win laughs loudly at this. "Yes, that'd be appreciated, thanks. Also, if you could give me a ride home tonight?"

He nods, rolling his eyes like this is some big hassle for him even though it's really really not. At all. "Fine."

"Fine," Win mocks.

When six finally rolls around, everyone is going to the Apan Grill and Bright sort of wants to join all of his friends. He smiles at Win when he meets him at the front doors.

"What?" Win asks flatly.

"Wanna get a beer at the Apan first?"

Win nods. "Why not?"

As they walk in the bar, Bright is immediately overwhelmed by the smell of beer and sweat. It's a little more crowded than usual. There is already a group of cops from fifteen surrounding the dart boards. It's safe to say someone has started a competition.

Win is immediately sidetracked by the rookies, who were sat at their usual round table. He watches as he giggles with Gun and New while Krist stares up at the ceiling like he's asking God for help. Saint is staring down at his Wine, but a hint of a smile is pulling at the side of his lips. Win animatedly chats with them for a moment before parting from them and sliding into the bar stool beside Bright. He keeps an eye on the rookies, who are all watching Win with wide eyes.

"What's up with your pals?" Bright asks, and Win raises an eyebrow and then turns slowly, following his line of sight. When Win's meets their eyes, they all sheepishly look away.

"They think this is weird," Win says, motioning between the two of them with two fingers. Win quickly orders a beer and he nods.

"They think what is weird?" he presses.

Win rubs his lips together for a moment and then shrugs. "This. Us. Our friendship. Rookie and training officer. Although I think Saint is just jealous because he has a major mancrush on you."

"Mancrush?" he asks, watching him make quick work of him now only half full beer bottle.

Win giggles. "Totally. He thinks you're supercop or something."

Bright nods, clearing his throat. "I liked him the most."

Win rolls his eyes. "Huh?. I'm obviously your favorite rookie."

It's been a week since Bright's little epiphany. That night, in his truck, he made a decision. This was the week he was going to be straight with Win. Figure out if there was any hope for the two of them. And if there wasn't, he'd move on. He'd make himself move on.

"I'm probably a bit biased," he admits after a beat, and Win grins triumphantly.

"Rightly so," Win remarks easily.

Win takes in his surroundings, watching the bartender busily make drinks. As always, Bright wonders what he's thinking. If he could have any ability for just a day, he'd ask for the ability to read Win's mind. The way Win's brain works is the most intriguing thing to him.