Harry listens quizzically to the fast and base-heavy music that pounds from the speakers as best it can, given the low volume, still looking as though he may fall asleep at any moment, and lets the song end before finally speaking up - "I didn't picture you as a speed-"
"I'm not a speedfreak," you say quickly, conveniently drowning out the Speedfreaks FM station identification message, "the music keeps me awake on long drives and -"
"Kim," he says quietly, laughing, "with all the fucked-up things you've seen me do... do you really think I'm going to judge you? For, what, wanting to listen to loud music, or wanting to go fast sometimes?"
You let out the breath that you didn't know you were holding - you're so used to snap judgments from everyone around you for any reason that they could find, that being given any form of grace is a blessing. "Thank you, Detective."
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Harry listens quizzically to the fast and base-heavy music that pounds from the speakers as best it can, given the low volume, still looking as though he may fall asleep at any moment, and lets the song end before finally speaking up - "I didn't picture you as a speed-"
"I'm not a speedfreak," you say quickly, conveniently drowning out the Speedfreaks FM station identification message, "the music keeps me awake on long drives and -"
"Kim," he says quietly, laughing, "with all the fucked-up things you've seen me do... do you really think I'm going to judge you? For, what, wanting to listen to loud music, or wanting to go fast sometimes?"
You let out the breath that you didn't know you were holding - you're so used to snap judgments from everyone around you for any reason that they could find, that being given any form of grace is a blessing. "Thank you, Detective."