Work drags along after —after the whole coffee fiasco.
You and Nina both were swamped to your throats with new intakes, angry visitors, and whatever else you can name. But—there really must be a higher power, shining its rare, golden fortune all over your miserable ass, because from the crowded front of the house, you couldn’t see Connor or the bullpen. Plus, the workload and the physical distance put you into a deep calm that could only be obtained through good, old-fashioned space and busy.
It keeps your wandering mind off of… the Encounter, and a wandering Connor away from you.
